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THE 

LO RD's SON GS: 

A 

COLLECTION 

OF 

COMPOSURES 

IN 

METRE, 

SUCH AS HAVE BEEN MOST USED IN 

THE LATE CLORIOUS REVIVALS J 

D*. Watts's Psalms and Hymns excepted. 



By JOSHUA SPALDING, A. M. 

Minister at the Branch Church in Salim. 



** Out of the mouth of Babes and fucklings thou haft * 
perfe&ed praife." Matt, xxi. 16. 



SALE M: 
PRINTED BY JOSHUA CUSHING* 



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Difiricl of Maj/achuj ... . , to wit : 

BE IT REMEMBERED, that on the 
eighth day of June, in the twenty-ninth 
year of the Independence of the United 
States of America, Joshua Spalding, of 
the faid Diftrict, hath depofited in this Office 
the Title of a Book, the Right whereof he 
claims as Proprietor, in the words following, 
to wit : 

11 The Lord's Songs, A Collection cf compof vires 
in metre, fuch as have been mojlufed in the late glori- 
ous revivals ; Dr. Watts' / Pfalms and Hymns ex- 
cepted. By Jojhua Spalding, A. M. Minjfter at 
the Branch Church in Salem, * Out of the mouth 
of babes and fucklings thou hafi perf riled praife* 
Matt. xxi. 10." 

In Conformity to the Act of the Congress 
of the United States, entitled, "An Act 
far the Encouragement of Learning, by fe- 
curing the Copies of Maps, Charts and 
Books, to the Authors and Proprietors of fuch 
Copies, during the Times therein mentioned ;" 
and alfo to an Act entitled, " An Acr fupple- 
mentary to an Act, entitled," An Act for the 
Encouragement of Learning, by fecuring the 
Copies of Maps, Charts, and Books, to the 
Authors and Proprietors of fuch Copies dur- 
ing the Times therein mentioned ; and extend- 
ing the Benefits thereof to the Arts of Defign- 
ing, Engraving and Etching Hiftorical and 
other Prints." 

N. GOODALE, 
Clerk of the Bi/lriel of Majfachufeiis. 
A true Copy of Record. 

Attefi. N. GOODALE, CkrL 



PREFACE. 



THE editor, having fpent feveral years in 
travelling among the churches in the 
late remarkable feafon of Divine Influences, 
has witneffed the great benefit of the ufe of 
Hymns and Spiritual Songs, which has been 
prevalent with this glorious work. He has ob- 
ferved, however, that fome in frequent ufe were 
very incorrect, and that a number of thcfe 
moil efteemed were not to be found in any of 
the collections extant : this inconvenience be- 
ing much felt ; wifhing to add every thing in 
his power to the improvement of the people of 
Zion ; and by the requeft of his friends, who 
apprehended that his extenfive intercourfe had 
made him acquainted with the compofures of 
this kind, which appear moft generally for edi- 
fication j he was induced to undertake this 
work. 

He has not felected any of Dr. Watts' s 
Pfalms and Hymns, for they are all valuable, 
and make a volume entire, and are every where 
difperfed. He has affixed to the Hymns all the 
names known to him of their reputed au- 
thors : of a number which have been long in 
ufe, the authors were unknown: thofe mark- 
ed with the letter A, were either originally 
compofed, or materially altered, by the editor: 
and, with a defire that the Lord alone might 
A 2 



PREFACE. 

be exalted by them, which he doubts not has^ 
been the defire of all their authors, he has in- 
fcribed them, The Lord's Songs. 

He hopes that the fweet enjoyment he has ex- 
perienced, joining with thoufandsof the Lord's 
hidden ones, in Tinging thefe divine themes in 
this houfe of our pilgrimage, may be a pre- 
lude to his joining with ten thoufands of his^ 
faints, foon to be revealed upon Mount Zion, 
to employ their harps of gold in finginganew 
^>ng before the throne of God and the Lamb.* 

J. s. 



ADVERTISEMENT. 



THE great variety of metres in this collec- 
tion, has made it neceffary to diftinguifh them 
in fome manner different from what has been 
ufual \ this has been attempted by numbering; 
them in the following order, viz. 



Common Metre 


ift Metre, 


Long - «* • -. - 


2nd 


Short - - - 


3d 


84th Particular - - 


4th 


146th Proper - 


5 th 


148 th Proper 


6th 


Sevsns - 


7 th 


Eights, Whitefield's - 


- 8th 


Houghton, or Salem tune 


9th 


Tens - 


20th 


Elevens 


11th 


Eights, 3 line 


1 2th 


Sevens, with Hallelujah 


13th 


Sevens double, Hotham tune - 


14th 


Eights and Sevens 


15th 


Hart's 


1 6th 


Sapphic Ode 


17th 


Fort Miller, or Feverfiiam tune 


1 8th 


Trinity - 


19th 


Symphony, or Ghefhunt 


2Qth 


Sevens, 5- line 


2lft 



Advertifement. 




Toplady's - - - - 22nd Metre. 


Eights and Sevens, with Hallelujah 


23d 


Newton's ... 


24th 


Newyork tune - 


25th 


The March .... 


26th 


Crucifixion - 


27th 


Dartfort tune - 


28th 


Salifbury tune - 


29th 


Eights and Sevens, double 


30th 


Davies's - 


3<ft 


Berkley tune - 


32 nd 


Eermondfey tune 


-33d 


Common Metre, double 


34th 


Long Metre, double 


35th 


Fives and Elevens 


36th 


Sixes, with a chorus 


37th 


Sevens, with a chorus 


38th 


Chatham or Baltimore tune 


. 39th 


Harveft Hymn - 


40th 


Long Metre, with a chorus 


41ft 


New Jerufalem - 


42nd 


The Prelude - 


43 rd 


Mafon's 


44th 


Eights, double - 


45th 


Tate's 


46th 


Cowper's - 


47th 


Clark's 


48th 


Pearce's - 


49th 


Fiftieth Pfalm 


50th 


Cruttenden's - 


51ft 


Elevens and Eights, Calne tune 


52nd 


High Praifcs - X 


53^ 



Advertifemeni. 

Mourners' tune - - -. 54th 

Briilol tune - - - -. $$xh 

Long Metre with Common - 56th 

Canaan - * 5.7 tk-- 



A TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 



METRES* PAGE 

3 \ CHARGE to keep I have 72 
JL-L 2 Adam our father and our head 63 
1 Ah Lord ! ah Lord! what have I done 14 

8 Ah! lovely appearance of death 38 

1 Alas ! for I have feen the Lord 150 

1 All hail the power of Jefus' name 151 

2 Almighty Father, gracious Lord 123 
10 Along the banks where Babel's, &c. 267 

1 Amen, amen, the angels cry 273 

1 Am I a foldier of the crofs 18 

34 And let this feeble body fail 203 

2 And will the great, eternal God 96 
31 And wilt thou, great, eternal God 97 
13 Angels, roll the rock away 92 

1 Approach, my foul, the mercy- feat 19 

2 As birds their infant brood protect 1 99 
2 Awake, my foul, in joyful lays 122 
2 Awake, my foul, and with the fun 209 
1 Awake, ye faints, and lift your eyes 224 

35 Aw 7 ay, my unbelieving fear 112 

45 "D EHOLD, the bright morning, &c. 244 

Xj 1 Behold what love the Father hath 273 

1 Believers own they are but blind 55 

1 Bleft be the dear uniting love .157 

58 Blefied are the fons of God 116 



A Tabic of Fir ft Lines. 

METRES* TAGS. 

37 Blow ye the trumpet, blow 220 

2 By faith in Chrift 1 walk with God 206 

6 By whom was David taught 197 

7 f^HILDRENofthe Heavenly King 255 
V-^ 13 Chrift the Lord is rifen to-day 243 

34 Come, all ye pilgrim travellers 45 

18 Come, and let us afcend 268 
1 Come, heavenly love, infpire my fong 109 

31 Come, Holy Ghoft, my foul infpire 276 

49 Come, let us anew 227 

57 Come, let us with fpeed, &c. 262 

39 Come, Lord, and help us to rejoice 181 

31 Come, O thou Univerfal Good 274 

19 Come, thou Almighty King 4 

30 Come, thou Fount of every blefilng 83 
14 Come, thou long expefted Jefus 253 
22 Come, ye finners, poor and wretched' 1 

35 Confirm the hope thy~\vord allows 274 
56 Could we with ink the ocean fill 277 

22 T^V AY of Judgment, day of wonders 238 

JL/ 1 Delight to blefs thy people, Lord 279 

14 Does the gofpel word proclaim 20 

1 Do not I love thee, deareft Lord 168 
48 Dreadful, fm-chaftifing God 226 

45 T7 LIJAH'S example declares 229 

Vj 47 Ere God had built, &e. 207 

2 Eternal Power, whofe high abode 66 

31 Eternal Spirit, fource of light 9* 



ATable of Firjl Lines. 

'A1NT is my head, and fick, &c. 2/fr 



54'T7A1 

r 7 



Father God, who feed in me 153 

JI Father (if thou my Father art). 32 

1 Father, how wide thy glory ihines 103 
3 1 Father of faithful Abraham, hear 68 

2 Father of mercies ! in thy houfe 15$ 
1 Father of mercies ! in thy word i6q 

1 From pole to pole let others roam 34 
11 From realms where the day, &c. 12 
15 /GLORIOUS things of thee, kc* 89 

V_X 1 3 Glory be to God on high 275 

33 Glory to God on high 94 

2 Glory to thee, my God, this night 209 
7 God is king, ye lands rejoice 54 

1 God moves in a myfterious way 57 

2 God of eternity, from thee 170 

2 God of my life, to thee I call 261 

29 God of my falvation, hear 7 

3 Grace, 'tis a charming found J04 
a 4 Gracious Lord, our children fee 225- 

2 Great Former of this various frame I2r 

41 Great God of wonders, all thy ways 52 

1 T TAIL I hail the happy, &c, 2 j 8 

JLjL 2 Hail, fovereign lave, -Sec. 1 7 

14 Hail the day that fees him rife 247 

30 Hail, thou once defpifed Jefus 27 
7 Hark ! my foul, it is the Lord Hi 
1 Hark, the glad found ! &c. 25 t 

14 Hark, the herald angels fmg ' 252 

7 Hark, the trump of God doth found 2x7 

>x Heal us, Emmanuel, here we arc 196 

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A Table of Firjl Lines. 

METRES. PAGE 

7 Hear, O heavens ! O earth attend #4$ 

15 Hear what God the Lord hath fpoken 224 
41 He comes ! he comes ! the Judge fevere 215 
35 He dies ! the Friend of Sinners dies 242 

f How are thy fervants bleft, O Lord 265 

1 How bleft thy creature is, O God 93 

16 How can we adore 28 
1 1 How firm a foundation, &c. 184 

9 How happy are we 182 

1 How long (hall death the tyrant reign 221 

2 How many years has man been driven 67 
45 How ihall I my Saviour fet forth j 89 

1 Ho, ye that thirft, approach the fpring 164 

2 TT ASK'DtheLord that Imight grow 228 
X 28 If to Jefus for relief C 22 

3 1 hear the voice of woe 169 

8 I languifh, I faint to be there 84 

30 In a world of fin and forrow 215 
52 In fongs of fublime adoration, Sec. 235 

31 In that fad, memorable night f 80 
49 In the floods of tribulation 200 
44 I read that fins are clouds 142 

1 I fojourn in a vale of tears 131 

1 1 fought my well-beloved one 148 

fi Ifrael in ancient days \\ 
7 I will praife thee every day 22 

1 I" ERUS ALEM, my happy home 40 

J 2 Jefus ! and fliall it ever be 39 

27 Jefus drinks the bitter cup 1*87 

2 9 Jefus, Friend of Sinners, hear 8 



ATdble of Firfi Lint^ 

METRES. PAGE 

48 Jefus, let thy pitying eye 232 

14 Jefus, lover of my foul 29 

2 Jefus, thy blood and righteoufnefs 214 

3 1 Jefus, we hang upon thy word 245 

I T>T EEP filence, all created things 42 

JX^ 2 Kindred in Chrift, &c. j$$ 

7 King of Salem, blefs my foul 120 

x "; AUGH, ye profane, -&c. 65 
1 j 3 1 Leader of faithful fouls, 8tc. 7 r 

1 Let every tongue thy goodnefs fpeak 74 
J 1 Let others boaft their ancient line 234 

2 Let others in their brighteft drefs 231 
24 Let us love, and ring, and wonder . 56 

1 Let fmners leave their wicked ways 365 
55 Lift up your heads in joyful hope 254 
22 Lo ! he corneth ! countlefs trumpets 236 

22 Lo ! he comes with clouds descending 21& 

13 Lord and God of heavenly powers 36 

2 Lord, didft thou die, but not for me 1 13 
1 Lord, 'tis an infinite delight go/ 

14 Lord, we come before thee now 3 

15 Love divine, all love excelling 37 

15 T\ /T A Ythe grace of Chrift our Saviour 2 78 

1VJL 1 Mercy, good Lord, &c. 186 

30 Mercy, O thou Son of David 264 

23 Mighty God, while angels blefs thee 6® 
1 My barns are full, my ftores increafe 256 
1 My dying Saviour, and my God « 



A Table of Tirjl Lines. 

HETRSS. PAGI 

2 My fong fhall blefs the Lord of all 258 

3 My forrowe like a flood 192 
1 My foul doth magnify the Lord 140 
1 My well-beloved's voice I hear 147 

7 VTAY, I cannot let thee go 3 

xNI 1 None but a Jefus, none but he 14 

7 Not to Sinai's dreadful blaze 277 

7 Now begin the heavenly theme 259 

1 Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal 177 

2 Now let our faith grow ftrong and rife 159 
7 Now may he who from the dead 278 
1 Now may the Lord reveal hi* face 59 

36 /^X COME, let us join 102 

\J 2 O come, loud anthems, &c. 21a 

1 O'er mountain-tops, the mount of God 16 c 

2 O ! for a glance of heavenly day 106 

2 O i for a fweet, infpiring ray 250 
18 Oh ! how happy are they 61 

1 Oh that I knew the fecret place 51 

36 O Jefus, our Lord 86 

3 O Lord, how vile am I 10 
31 O love ! thou bottomlefs abyfs 32 

1 Once more we come before our God z 

2 One awful word which Jefus fpoke 91 
24 One there is above all others 173 
50 On wmgs of faith, mount up, &c. 194 

1 On Zion his mod holy mount 193 

46 O praife ye the Lord, prepare, &c. 272 

3 O that the Lord indeed 276 
% Q tfie irnmenfe th' amazing height 18* 



A Talk of Firji Lines. 

METRIC FAGS 

* O thou whofe tender mercies hear 9 

2 Our Jife's a cry, a groan, a figh 239 

1 Oar life is hid with Chrift in God 79 

2 Our Lord is rifen from the dead 246 
1 Our Shepherd, whilft he feeds his flock 258 
4 O ye immortal throng 118 

j 4 T^ENSiVE, doubting, fearful heart 30 

JL 1 Praife ye the Lord, &c. 75 

94 Precious Bible ! what a treafure 5 



Q 



UIET, Lord, my froward heart 83 

37 D EJOICE, the Lord is King 2; 

Xv 1 Repent, repenc, reform, return 138 

27 Rife, my foul, and ftretch thy wings 85 

21 Rock of Ages, fhelter me 11*4 

1. QALVATION! O melodious found 212 

C3 10 Scarcely for righteous men j <Scc 205- 

I See Ifrael's gentle Shepheri (land 69. 

1 Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes 270 

1 Since Jefus freely did appear 8S 
53 Sing, my foul, thy Saviour's merit 24b 

2 Sinners, obey the gofpel word ift 
1 Soon (hall our earthly houfe diffolve 166 

1 Sure 'tis in vain to fee k for blifs 171 

2 r T^HATmanisbleftwhoftands, &c. 213 

X 2 The billows fwell, &c. 260 

3 The day is paft and gone 185 
$ i Thee, Eatherj we ble& 16 



A Table ofFirJi Lines* 

METRES. PACK 

1 Thee will Hove, my Lord, my tower 172 
40 The field it is white, the great, &c. 125 
16 The fountain of Chrift 48 

2 The God who once to Ifrael fpoke 1 67 
32 The Lord my pafture (hall prepare lc8 

i The Lord, my fhepherd and my guide 107 

1 The Lord is kind in all his ways 53 

2 The Lord fend peace — offending man 198 
1 The Lord will happinefs divine m 98 

1 The moon has but a borrowed light 5^ 

2 The new-born child of gofpel grace 266 
2 The peace which God alone reveals 279 
1 The faints fhould never be difmay'd 195 
I The Saviourcomes! no outward pomp 163' 

1 The Saviour, what a noble flame 204 
35 The fpacious firmament on high 73 

2 Tlie tree of life my foul has feen 149 
26 The v r ce of free grace 50 
20 The \< of my beloved founds 74 
42 Their i nigs of love they fing above 135 

1 There is a fountain fill'd with blood 104 

I There is a land of living joy 221 

8 This God is the God we adore 275 

1 This is the day, the Lord's own day 174 

2 Thou only Sovereign of my heart 33 

3 Thou very Pafchal Lamb 154 
16 Though troubles affail 77 

1 Through all the changing fcenes of life 1 1 1 
i Through thee we now together came 156 

39 Throughout the Saviour's life we trace 12$ 

2 Thus far my God has led me on 1 j 5 



A Table ofFirft Lines.. 

METRES. PAGE 

i Thus faith the Lord, who built, &c. 162 

1 Thy life I read, my deareft Lord 100 

2 Thy ways, O Lord, with wife defign 123 
7 'Tis a point, I long to know 81 
2 'Tis falfe, thou vile accufer; go 107 

14 'Tis my privilege below 205 

1 To tell the Saviour all my wants 263 

1 To thee my God I hourly figh 105 

43 To you it is fpoken, ye Virgins, &c. 136 



u. 



NLESS the Lord had been, &c. 132 

25 V ITAL fpark of heavenly flame 47 

39 TTTAK'D by the gofpel's, &c. 125 

VV 2 What is our God ? &c. 44 

37 What line can fathom, Lord 145 

2 What mean thefe jealoufies and fears 95 
31 What fhall we render unto thee iei 

2 What various hindrances we meet 70 

1 When all thy mercies, O my God 87 

2 When darknefs long has veil'dmy mind no 
1 When God the faithful Patriarch chofe 257 
1 When, O dear Jefus, when (hall 1 175 
1 When finners utter boafting words 230 

1 When forne kind Shepherd from his fold 191 
1 1 When the Eternal bows the ikies 43 

17 When the fierce north wind, &c. n 

2 While-on the verge of life I ftand 223 
1 While Shepherds watch' d, &c. 27 c 

14 While with ceafelcfs couvfe, the Sun 17$ 



A Table of Firjl Lines* 

METRES. PAG* 

27 Who have empire, fovereign fwaf 15s 
7 Who is this that comes from far b 1 

1 Who knows but iuch a one as I 143 

2 Why, O my heart, thefe anxious cares 124 

2 Why (hakes the earth! why leap the hills 201 
12 Why fhould I fear the darkeit hour 24: 
17 Why fhould vain mortals, &c. 178 

3 With heart and lips unfeign'd 7 
2 With Iirael's God, who can compare 277 

24 "X/'ES ! fince God himfelf has faid it 26 

X 1 Yes ! there are joys, &c. 120 

6 Ye Virgin fouls, ariie 134 



THE 

LOR D'S SONGS, 

A 

COLLECTION* 



HYMN I. Twenty -fecoad Metre, 

Go/pel Invitation. Ifaiah lv. I . 

I jT^i OME, ye finners, poor and wretched, 
V> Weak and wounded, fick and fore, 
jefus ready ftands to fave you, 
Full of pity, join'd with pow'r : 

He is able, 
He is willing > Doubt no more. 

£ Come, ye thirfty, come, and welcome ; 
God's free bounty glorify s 
True belief, and true repentance, 
Ev'ry grace that brings us nigh— 

Without money, 
Come to jefus Chrift, and buy* 

3 Let not confeience make you linger, 
Nor of fitnefs fondly dream ; 
All the '.fitnefe he requiretb, 
Is, to feel yourjneed of him : 

This he gives you ; 
*Tis his Spirit's rifing beam* 

B 



2 The hordes Sengs, 

4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, 

Loft and ruin'd by the fall ! 
If you tarry till you're better, 
You will never come at all. 

Not the righteous — 
Sinners, Jefus came to call. 

5 View him proftrate in the garden ; 

On the ground your Maker lies ! 
On the bloody tree behold him; 
Hear' him cry, before he dies, 

" It is finifiVd !" 
Sinners, will not this fuffice ? 

6 Lo, th' incarnate God, afcended, 

Pleads the merit of his blood ; 
Venture on him, venture wholly, 
. Let no other truit intrude. 
None but Jefus 

Can do hclplefs iinncrs good. 

7 Saints and angels, join'd in conceit, 

Sing the pi aifes of the Lamb, 
While the bleffed feats of heaven 
Sweetly echo with his name. 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners here may fing the fame. 

Altered by Toplady. 

HYMN II. Firft Metre. 

At the Opening cf WorJh\$. 

I /^\NCE more we come before our God, 
\J Once more his bleillng aik ; 
O may not duty feem a load, 
Nor worijjip feem a talk. 






A GoBettimr '• ' 3 

% Father, thy quickening Spirit fend 
From heaven in Jeius' name, 
To make our waiting minds attend, 
And put our fouls in frame. 

3 May we receive the word we hear, 

Each in an honeft heart ; 
Hoard up the precious treafure there* 
And never with it part. 

4 To feek thee all our hearts difpofe 5 

To each thy bleffing fuit ; 
And let the feed thy fervant fows 
Produce a plenteous fruit. 

5 Bid the refrefhing north-wind, " Wake," 

Say to the fouth-wind, " Blow ;" 
Let every plant thy power partake, 
And all thy garden grow. «• 

Revive the parch* d with heavenly fhowers, 
The cold with warmth divine ; 

And, as the benefit is ours 3 
Be all the glory thine. 



> 



HYMN III. Fourteenth Metre. 
The fame Suljeft* 

1 " ORD, we come before thee now 9 
& j At thy feet we humbly bow : 

O ! do not out fuit difdain ; 

Shall we feek thee, Lord, in vain ? 

Lord, on thee our fouls depend ; 

In compaffion now defcend i 

Fill our hearts with thy rich grace., 
, Tune our lips to fing thy praife* 



The Lord's Sangs y 

In thmerOfwn appointed way, 
Now we feek thee, here we flay ^ 
Lord, we know not how to go, 
Till a bleffing thou bcftow : 
Send fome mefiage from thy word* 
That may joy and peace afford * y 
Let thy Spirit now impart 
Full falvation to each heart.. 

Comfort thofe who weep and mourn* 
Let the time of joy return ; 
Thofe that are cad down, lift up ; 
Make them ftrong in faith and hope > 
Grant that all may feek, and find 
Thee a gracious God and kind ; 
Heal the fick, the captive free : 
Let us all rejoice in thee. 

HYMN IV. Nineteenth Metre. 

The fame Suhjefi. 

OME, thou Almighty King* 
Help us thy name to fing,. 
Help us to praife ; 
Father all-glorious, 
O'er all victorious, 
Come, and reign over us> 
Antient of Days. 

Jefus, our Lord, strife, 
Scatter thine enemies, 

And make them fall. 
Let thine Almighty aid 
Our fure defence be made, 
Our fouls on thee be ftay'd-*. 

Lord, hear our. call I 



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A ColleBion. 

3 Come; thou Incarnate Word, 
Gird on thy mighty fword ; 

Our prayer attend : 
Come ! and thy people blefs. 
And give thy word fuccefs ; 
Spirit of holinefs, 

On us defcend* 

4 Come, holy Comforter, 
Thy facred witnefs bear, 

In this glad hour i 
Thou, who almighty art. 
Now rule in every heart, 
And ne'er from us depart, 

Spirit of power i 

5 To thee, great One in Three* 
Eternal praifes be, 

Hence, evermore. 
His fovereign majefty 
May we in glory fee, 
And to eternity 

Love and adore. 

HYMN V. Twenty-fourth Metre. 
The V/ord of God precious* 

I T>RECIOUS Bible I what a treafure 

JL Does the word of God aitord I 
All I want for life or pleafure, 

Food and med'cine, (hield-and fword. 
Let the world account m.c poor, 
Having this, I need no more. 
B % 



The Lord's Song? y 

Food, to which the world's a Granger* 
Here my hungry fogpj enjoys ; 

Of exeefs there is no danger ; 
Though it fills, it never cloys * 

On a dying Chrift I feed ; 

He is meat and drink indeed ! 

When my faith is faint and fickly, 
Or whtp Satan wounds my mind* 

Cordials, to revive me quickly, 
Healing med'cines here I find i 

To the promifes I flee; 

Each affords a remedy. 

In an hour of dark temptation 
Satan cannot make me yield j 

For the word of confolation 
Is to me a mighty fiiield. 

While the fcripture truth is fure> 

From his malice \'m fecure. 

Vain his threats to overcome me, 
When I take the Spirit's fword ; 

Then with cafe I drive him from me i 
Satan trembles at the word : 

*Tis a fword for conqueft made, 

Keen the edge, and ftrong the blade. 

Shall I envy then the mifer, 
Doatir.g on his golden ftore ? 

Sure, I am, or fhould be, wifcr ; 
I am rich ; 'tic he is poor : 

Jcfus gives me, in his word, 

rood and med'eine, fhitld and fword* 



A Collefiion. 
HYMN VI. Third Metre. 



Before or after the Sermon. 
"TTTT 1TH heart and lips unfeign'd, 



We praiie thee for thy word % 



We blefs thee for the joyful news 
Of our redeeming Lord. 

2 Like as the kindly rain 

Returns not hack to heaven, 
But cheers, and fruitful makes the earth, 

The end for which t'was given ; 
5 So let thy prefent voice 

Accomplifc thy defign ; 
Diftil on all our thirity fouls, 

And confecrate us thine. 

4 Water thy facred {eed y 
And give it great increafe ; 

Let neither fowls, nor rocks, nor thorns, 
Hinder the fruits of peace. 

5 Then, though we weeping fow, 
And tears our hours employ, 

We know we (hall return again, 
And bring our (heaves with joy. 

HYMN VII. Twenty-ninth Metre. 
The Poor Shiner. 
I dT^\ QD of my falvation, hear, 
VJT And help me to* belie * ; 
Simply do I now draw near, 

Thy bleffing to receive : 
Full of guilt, alas ! I am, 
But to thy wounds for refuge flee ; 
Friend of finners, fpotlefs Lamb?, 
Thy blood was fted for me. 



8 The Lord's Songs y 

2 Nething have I, Lord, to pay, 

>r can thy grace procure ; 
Empty fend me not away, 

lor I, thou know'ft, am poor ; 
Duft and afhes is my name, 
My all is fin and mifery : 

Friend of tinners, fpotlefs Lamb, 
Thy blood was fhed for me. 

3 Without money, without price, 

I come, thy love to buy ; 
From myfelf I turn my eyes ; 

The chief of tinners, I: 
Take, O Lake me as I am, 
And let me lofe myfelf in thee ; 
Friend offinners, fpotlefs Lamb, 

Thy blood was fhed for me. 

HYMN VIII. Twenty-ninth Metre. 
The fame Subjeft, . 

r TESUS, friend offinners, hear, 

JJ Wi once again, I pray ; 
From my debt of (in fet ciear, 

For I have nought to pay. 
Speak, O fpeak the kind releafe ; 
A poor b'ickfliding foul reftore ; 
Love file freely, feal my peace. 

And bid me fin no more. 

2 Sin's deceitfulnefs hath fpread 
• An hardnefs o'er my heart ; 
Let thy Spirit, on me fli 
Refcj itony pjrt : 



A Collection. 9 

Shed thy love, thy tendernefs, 
And let me feel thy foftening power; 
Love me freely,' feal my peace, 
And bid me fin 110 more, 

j For this only thing I pray, 
And this will I require—* 
Take the power of fin away % 

Take every vain defire * 
Perfe& me in holinefs, 
Thine image to my foul reftore ; 
Love me freely, feal my peace, 
And bid me fin no more. 

HYMN IX. Firft Metre. 
Alfence from God deplored. 

1 /~v THOU, whofe tender mercies hear 

\J Contrition's humble figh, 
Whofe hand, indulgent, wipes the tear 
From foirow's weeping eye ; 

2 See ! lew before thy throne of grace 

A wretched wanderer mourn ; 
Haft thou not bid me feek thy face \ 
Haft thou not faid— Return ? 

j And fhall my guilty fears prevail 
To drive me from thy feet ? 
O let not this dear refuge fail, 
This only fafe retreat. 

^ Abfent from thee, my guide, my light, 
Without one cheering ray, 
Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night. 
How defolate my way { 



io The Lord's Songs , 

5 O mine on this benighted heart, 

With beams ot mercy ihine ; 
And let thy healing voice impart 
A tafte of joys uivine. 

6 Thy prcfence only can beftow 

Delights which never cloy ; 
Be this my folace here below, 
And my eternal joy. 

Mrs. Steele* 

HYMN X. Third Metre. 
Behold, I am vile. 

1 f^\ LORD, how vile am I, 
K_J Unholy and unclean ! 

Kow can 1 dare to venture nigh 
With fuch a load of fin i 

2 Is this polluted heart 
A dwelling fit for thee ? 

Swarming, alas 1 in every part, 
What evils do I fee 1 

3 If I attempt to pray, 
And li'fp thy holy name ; 

My thoughts are harried icon away , 
I know no: where 1 

4 If in thy word I look, 
Such darknefs flls my min. 

I only read a fealed book, 
But no relief can find. 

5 The gofj el oft I hear, 
But hear it Mill in vain ; 

Without detire, or love, or fes 
1 lik: a ttone remain. 



A Collection. 1 1 

6 Myfelf can hardly bear 

This u retched heart of mine ; 
How hatefur then muft it appear 
To thofe pure eyes of thine ! 
,7 And muft I then indeed 
Sink in defpair, and die ? 
Fain would I hope that thou dtdf| bleed 

For fucb a wretch as I. 
8 That blood which thou haft fpilt, 

That grace which is thine own, 
Can cleanfe the vileft Tinner's guilt, 
And foften hearts of ftone. 

^9 Low at thy feet I bow ; 
O pity and forgive ; 
Here will I lie and wait, till thou 
Shalt bid me rife and live. 

Newton. 

HYMN XI. Seventeenth Metre. 

The Sapphic Ode. 

I "T7f T HEN the fierce north wind, with his 

V V airy forces, 

Rears up the Baltic to a foaming fury, 
And the red lightning with a ftorm of hail come; 
Ruining amain down, 

i2Hewthepoorfailorsftandamaz'd,arjd tremble, 
While the hoarfe thunder, Hkeabloody trumpet 
Roars a loud onfet to the gaping waters, 

Quick to devour them ! 
3 Such fhall the noife be, and. the wild diforder, 
(If things eternal may be like thefe earthly) 
Such the dire terror, when the great Archangel 
Shakes the creation, 

i 



; 2 The Lord's So?tgs> 

4 Tears theftrong pillars of the vault of heaven* 
Breaks up old marble, the repofe of princes* 
See the graves open, and the bones arifing, 

Flames all around them. 

5 Hark i the fhrill outcries of the guilty wretches ! 
Lively, bright horror* and amazing anguidi, 
Stare through their eyelids, while the living 

worm lies Gnawing withia them. 

6 Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon die 

keart-ftrings, 

And the imart twinges, when the eye beholds the 

Lofty Judge frowning, and a flood of vengeance 

Rolling afore faim% 

7 Hopelefs immortals ! how they fliriek and 

Oliver, 

Whiledevils puih themtotrie pit wide yawning, 

Hideous andgloomy, to receive them headlong 

Down to the centre ! 

8 Stop here, my fancy ; (all away, ye horrid* 
Doleful ideas ; ) come, arile to Jefus ; 
How be fits godlike, and the faints around him 

Thron'd, yet adoring ! 

9 Omay I fit there when he comes triumphant* 
Dooming the nations ! then afcend to glory, 
While our hofannas, all along the paifoge, 

Shout the Redeemer. 

Watts* 

HYMN XII. Eleventh Metre, 

The Defertjhall bh//om as the Rofe* 

l XT' ROM realms where the day her firfl 

JL dawning extends, 

The fun of the gofpel in glory afcends : 






A Collection. 13 

Ye forefts, attend, while your children combine* 
In accents unufual, in tranfports divine. 

2 Involv'd in uncertainty, darknefsand death, 
The clouds of dettriiction hung over our path, 
Till yon riling fplendor enlightened our way, 
And pointed our fteps to the regions of day. 

3 A council on high has been held, to inquire 
For help for mankind, and peace kindled the fire; 
Provision was made for the nations diftrefs'd, 
And with the rich treafure all lands (hall be bielh 

4 The chain of falvation, let down from above, 
Cemented by jnftice, and brightened by love, 
The fafety of hope, the conductor of grace, 
Joins heaven and earth in its mighty embrace* 

5 On high fee cur Jefus, the penitent's friend* 
With banners of mercy companionate bend, 
Entreating the wretched, rebellious and vile, 
From ruin to flee, and repofe in his fmile. 

6 The Prince of falvation is coming— ^prepare 
A way in the defert, his bleffing to ihare ; 
He comes to relieve us from (in and from woes, 
And bid the dark wildernefs bud like the ioie* 

7 His reign mail extend from the eaft to the 

weft, 
I Compofe all the tumults of nature to reft : 
The day fpring of glory illumine the ikies, 
And ages on ages of happinefs rife. 

• The brute-hearted temper of man mall grow 

tame, 
The wolf and the lion lie dowm with the lamb ; 
The bear with the kins fhall contentedly feed, 
While children their young ones in harmony 

lead. C 



1 4 The Lord's Songs, 

The ferpent (hall dart all his venom in tain* 
The rattlefnake harmlefs (hall balk- on the plaias 
The infant (hall play on the hole of the a^'p, 
And, fmiling, the folds of the cockatrice graf;?* 

io. No more (hall the found of the warhoop 

he heard, 
The ambufh and (laughter no longer be fear'dj 
The tomahawk, buried, fha.ll ruft in the g ound, 
While j:eace and good will tothe nations aboi 

1 1 All fpirit of war to the gofpel fhall bow, 
The bow lie unftrung at the tail of the plough; 
To prune the young orchard the fpear (kali 

be bene, 
And love greet the world with a fmile of con- 
tent. 

12 Hail, fcene of felicity, tranfport arid joy ■! 
From henceforth no evils the faved annoy : 
The leaves of the liie-iree to heal them are 

given, 
Who walk in the light of the unveiled hear, 

13 Rol] forward, dear Saviour, roll foi\ 

the d>i}\ 
When every creature (hall bow to thy fway ; 
When Africans, Indians, and wince men, Li 

Life 
L : ited, one vaft hallelujah (hall raife. A, 

HYMN XIII. Firft Metre. 
The Sinner Awakened, 

1 A H,Lord ! ah Lord ! what have Id' 
i\ What will become of me ? 

What (hall I lav, what ihall 1 Jo ? 
Or wbitherflu41 1 flee* 



A Collection* *J 

2 By wandering I have lofi myfelf. 

And here I make my moan : 

whither, whither have I ilray'd ? 
Ah, Lord what have 1 done i 

3 Thy eandle fearches all my rooms, 

And now I plainly fee, 
The numerous fins of earth and hell 
Are fummed up in me. 

4 The feeds of all the ills that grow 

Are in my garden fown, 
And multitudes of them are fprung $ 
Ah, Lord what have I done ? 

5 I have been Satan's willing flave, 

And his moil eafy prey ; 
He was not readier to command. 
Than I was to obey.- 

6 Or if at times he left my foul f ^ 

Yet flill his work* went on ; 

1 was a tempter to rnyfelf ; 

Ah, Lord, what have I done t 

j I puft at all the threats of heaven* 
And flighted all its charms, 
Nor Satan's fetters would I leave 
For Chrift's inviting arms. 

& I had a foul, but priz'd it not ; 
And now my foul is gone : 
My forced cries do pierce the fides ; 
Ah, Lord what have I done ? 



$ $ The Lord's Swigs? 

HYMN XIV, Ninth Metre, 
The Method of Salvation. 

1 np HEE, Father, we blefs, 

X Whofe diltinguiflving grace 
Selected a people to lhew forth thy praife j 

Nor is thy love known 

By election alone, 
Fc\r, O ! thou hall added the gift of thy Son. 

2 The goodnefs, in vain 
We attempt to explain, 

Which found and accepted a ranfom for men. 

Great Surety Divine ! 

Thou didft not decline 
To concur in the Father's mod gracious defign* 

3 To Jefus, our friend, 
Our thanks fhall afcend, 

Who faves to the utmoft, and loves to the end. 

Our ranfom he paid I 

In his merit array'd, ' 

We attain to the glory for which we were made. 

4 Sweet Spirit of grace, 
Thy mercy we blefs, 

For thy eminent ihare in the counfel of peace* 

Great Agent Divine ! 

To reftore us is thine, 
And caufe us afreifi in thy likenefs to fhice* 

5 O God ! 'tis thy part, 
To convince and convert, 

To give a new life, and create a new heart : 

By thy presence and grace, 

We're upheld in our race, 
And arc keptiy thy love to the end of our da/s, 



A Collection. 17 

6 Father, Spirit and Son, / 

Agree, Three in One, 
Thefalvation ofthofehe has na ark' d for hi sown; 
Let us too agree 
To glorify thee, 
Thou ineffable One, thou adorable Three, 

TOPLADY. 

HYMN XV. Second Metre. 

The Cbriftim'f Hiding Place. 

r 1" y AIL, fovereign love I that fir ft began 

JTjL The fcheme to refcue fallen man ! 

Hail, matchlefs, free, eternal grace* 

That gave my foul a. hiding place. 

x Agaiaft the God that built the iky, 
I fought with hands uplifted high ; 
Defpis'd the manfions of his grace, 
Too proud to feek a hiding place. 

3 Enwrapt m dark Egyptian night* 
And fond of darknefs more than light, 
Madly I ran the finful race, 

Secure without a hiding place ! 

4 Bat lo I th'eternal counfel ran, 
Almighty love I arreft the man ; 
I felt the arrows of diftrefs, 

And found I had no hiding place ! 

5 Vindictive juftice flood in view ; 
To Sinai's fiery mount I flew ! 

But juftice cry'd, with frowning face, 
This mountain is no hiding place ! 

6 At length, a heavenly voice I heard, 
A ad mercy's angel loon appear' d : 

c 2 



1 8 The Lord's Songs^ 

He led me on a pleafmg pace, 
To Jefus Chrift, my hiding place, 

7 Should dorms of fev enfold vengeance roll, 
And (hake this globe from pole to pole, 
No thunderbolt would daunt my face, 
For Jefus is my hiding place. 

8 A few more rolling funs, at mod, 
Will kind me on fair Canaan's coaft, 
Where I fhall (ing my fcng of grace* 

.And fee my glorious hiding place, 

HYMN XVI. Firft Metre. 
The Soldier of the Crop. 

1 A M I a foidier of the cr 
jLjL A follower of the Lam 
Why (hould I fear to own hi 

Or blufh to fpeak his name ? 

2 Are there no foes for me to face ? 

Muft I not Rem the flood I 
Is this vain world a friend to gr. 

To help us on to God ? 

3 Should 1 be carried lc the fkics 

On flowery beds of cafe, 
While others fij n the pn; 

And fail thrpngh bloody feas i 

4 Yes, I muft fight if 1 would reign ; 

Ittcreafe my courage, Lord, 
To bear the croft, endure the ihamc F 
Supported by thy word. 

5 Thy faints, in all this glorious war, 

bhali conquer, though ibey die > 



4 Collefiion. 19 

They hear the triumph from afar. 
And feize it with their eye. 

6 When that illuftrious day fhall rife, 
And all their armies fhine 
With robes of viftory through the fkies, 
The glory fhall be thine. 

Watts. 

HYMN XVII. Firft Metre. 
The Efiort. 
1 A PPROACH, my foul, the mercy-feat, 
XJL Where Jefus anfwers prayer : 
There humbly fall before his feet, 
For none can perifh there. 

z Thy promife is my only plea ; 
With this I venture nigh : 
Thou calleft burdenM fouls to thee, 
And fuch, O Lord, am I. 

g Bow'd down beneath a load of fia# 
By Satan forely preft ; 
By war without, and fears within, 
I come to thee for reft. 

4 Be thou my fhield and hiding place ! 

That, iheltered near thy s fide, 
I may my fierce accufer face, 
And tell him, thou haft dy'd. 

5 O wonderous love ! to bleed and die, 

To bear the crofs and fhame ; 
That guilty finners,fuch as I, 
Might plead thy gracious name ! 

6 " Poor tempeft-tofled foul, be Mill, 

My piomis'd grace receive $" 



ao The Lord's Sengs? 

7 Tis jefus fpeaks — I mud, 1 will, 
I can, I do believe. 

Newton. 
HYMN XVIII. Fourteenth Metre/ 
Reft for the Weary. Matth. xi. 28, 

1 TT^OES the Gofpe! word proclaim 

I 3 Reft, for thofe who weary be I 
Then, my foul, put in thy claim ; 

Sure that promife fpeaks to thee : 
Marks of grace I cannot fhew ; 

All polluted is my belt ; 
Yet I weary am, 1 know, 

And the weary long for reft. 

2 Bnrden'd with a load of fin, 

HarafVd with tormenting doubt, 
Hourly conflicts from within, 

Hourly crofTes horn without ; 
All my little ftretigth is gone ; 
; I inuft without iupply ; 
Sure upon the earth ib no 

Can more weary be than 1. 

3 In the ark the weary c 

Found a welcome relting-phice ; 
Thus my Spirit longs to prove 

Heft in Cbfiff, the ark of grace, 
Tempeir-tofs'd I long have bttn, 

And the flood increafes faft ; 
Open, Lord, and take me in, 

Till the ftorm be overpaft. 

4 Safely Jod^'d within thy breaft, 

What a wonderous change I find J 
Now 1 know r by proimVd reft 
Cati compofe a troubled rmr.d. 



A C die fijm. 2 % 

You that weary are, like me, 

Hearken to the gofpel call j 
To the ark for refuge flee ; 

Jefus will receive you all ! 

N#V7Tf>tf> 

HYMN XIX. Second Metre. 
Lovejt thou me P John xxi. 16, 
I TT ARK ! my foul, it is the Lord ! 
xJL 'Tis thy Saviour ; hear his words 
Jefus fpeaks, and fpeaks to thee, 
Say, poor finner, lov'ft thou me i 

$ I deliver'd thee when bound, 
And when wounded heal'd thy wound } 
Sought thee wandering, fet thee right, 
Tum'd thy darknefs into light. 

S Can a woman's tender care 
Ceafe towards the child &$ fe*re ? 
Yes, fhe may forgetful bc % 
Yet will I remember thee, 

4 Mine is an unchanging love, 
Higher than the heights above* 
Deeper than the depths beneath* 
Free and faithful, ftrong as death* 

5 Thou (halt fee my glory foon, 
When the work of grace is done * 
Partner of my throne (halt be >- * 
Say, poor fmner, lov'ft thou me ? 

6 Lord, it is my chief complaint, 
That my love is weak and faint : 
Yet I love thee, and adore ; 

O for grat* to love thse more. 

Cow FIR., 



22 The Lord's Songs, 

HYMN XX. Seventh Metre. 
Lord) J will praife thee. Ifa. xiL 

1 ' WILL praife thee every day, 

JL Now thine anger's turned away ! 
Comfortable thoughts arife 
From the bleeding facrifke. 

2 Here, in the fair gofpel field, 
"Wells of free falvation yield 
Streams of life, a plenteous (lore, 
And my foul fhall thirfl no mere. 

3 Jefus is become at length 

My falvation and my ftrength ; 
And his praifes fhall prolong, 
While I live, my pleafant fong. 

4 Praife ye, then, his glorious name ; 
Publifh his exalted fame ! 

Still his worth your praife exceeds ; 
Excellent are all his deeds ! 

5 Raife again the joyful found, 
Let the nations roll it round ! 
Zion, fhout, for this is he ; 
God the Saviour dwells in thee. 

CoWPERv 

HYMN XXI. Twenty-eighth Metre. 

^uiftions to tMelief. 

1 TFto Jcfus for relief 

JL My foul has fled by prayer ; 
Why fhould I give way to grief, 
Or hsart-cenfuming care i 



A Coilettion. 23 

Are not all things in his hand ? 

Has he not his promife paft ? 
Will he then regardlefs (land, 

And let me fink at laft ? 

While 1 know his providence 

Difpofes each event, 
Shall I judge by feeble "feme, 

And yield to difcontent I 
If he worms and fparrows feed, 

Clothe the grafs in rich array ; 
Can he fee his child in need, 

And turn his eyes away ? 

When his name was quite unknown, 

And fin my life employed, 
Then he watch'd me as his own, 

Or I had been deftroy'd : 
Now his mercy-feat I know, 

Now by grace am reconciled ; 
Would he fpare me while a foe, 

To leave me when a child ? 

If he all my wants fupply'd 

When I difdain'd to pray ; 
Now his Spirit is my guide, 

How can he fay me nay ? 
If he would not give me up, 

When my foul again ft him fought ; 
Will he difappoint the hope 

Which he himfelf has wrought \ 

If he fhed his precious blood 

To bring me to his fold ; 
Can I think that meaner good 

He ever will withold ? ■ 



24 The Lord's Stings, 

Satan, vain is thy device ! 

Here my hope refts well aflur'd; 
In that great redemption-price, 

I fee the whole fecur'd. 

Newton 

HYMN XXIL Twelfth Mctwu 

Jefut my Alt, Hab. iii. 17. 

1 TTTHY fhould I fear the darkcft how, 

W Or tremble at the tempter's power? 
Jefus vosichfafes to be my tower. 

2 Though hot the fight, why quit the field ? 
Why mud I either flee or yield, 

Since Jefus is my mighty ihield ? 

3 When creature comforts fade and di>, 
Worldlings may weep ; but w"hy fliould I? 
jefus (till lives, and fttll is nigh. 

4 Though all the nocks ar.d herds were dea3* 
My foul a famine need not dread. 

For Jefus is my living bread. 

5 I know not what may foon betice, 
Or how my wants ft all be fupply'd ; 
But Jefus knows, and will provide. 

6 Though fn would 611 me with dlftrefrv 
The throne of grace I dare addrefs, 
lor jefus is my righteoufnefs. 

7 Though faint my prayers, and cold my b 
My ftedfaft hope fhail not remove, 
While Jefus intercedes above. 



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2$ 



$ Againft me earth and hell combine ; 
But on my fide. is power divine ; 
Jefus is all, and he is mine. 

Newtou. 

HYMN XXIII. Thirty-feventh Metre. 
Rejoicing in the Lord. Philip p. iv. 4. 

1 I? E J 0ICE 5 the Lord is Kin &* 
_£\. Your God and King adore j 
Mortals, give thanks, and ling, 

And triumph evermore ; 
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice ; 
Rejoice $ again I fay, rejoke. 

2 Jefus the Saviour reigns, 

The God of truth and love ; 
When he had purg'd our ftains, 

He took his feat above : 
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice j 
Rejoice ; again I fay, rejoice. 

3 His kingdom cannot fail, 

He rules o'er earth and heaven ^ 
The keys of death and hell 
Are to our Jefus given : 
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice j 
Rejoice ; again I fay, rejoice. 

4 He fits at God's right hand, 

Till all his foes Submit, 
And bow to his command, 
And fall beneath his feet : 
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice $ 
Rejoice j again I fav ? rejoice. 

D 



i6 The Lords Sfiiigh 

5 Ke all his foes fnali quell, 

Sh ill all our fins deftroy ; 
And every bofom fwell 
With pure, feraphic joy : 
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice j 
Rejoice aloud, ye faints, rejoice 

6 Rejoice in glorious hope ; 

Jefus the judge fliall come, 
And take his fervants up 
To their eternal home : 
"We loon fhall hear th'archangel's voice ; 
* trump of God fliall found ; rejoice. 

HYMN XXIV, Twenty-fourth Metre. 
Confidence in the Promifcs. 
i XTES ! finee God himfelf has faid it, 
X On the promife I rely ; 
His good word demands my credit ; 
What can unbelief reply ? 
m fulfil ; 
: is truei and therefore <wi!l. 
I thus far has brought me 

By his watchful, tender care ; 
Sure ':is he himfelf has taught me 
v to feek his face hy prayer ; 
ter fo much mercy pa 
ill he give me up at law ? 
3 In my Saviour's interceftion, 

I will (till confide ; 
•d, accept my free confeffiori ; 
I have finn'd, but thou haft dy'd : 
This is all I have to plead, 
This is all the plea 1 nqed. 

New ton- 



I A Colled ion. 27 

HYMN XXV. Thirtieth Metre. 
Praife to the Redeemer. Rev. v. 12, 

1 TTAIL, thou once defpifed Jefus ! 
iX Hail, thou Galilean King ! 
Thou didft fuffer to releale us, 

Thou didft free falvation bring i 
Hail, thou agonizing Saviour, 

Bearer of our fin and fhame ; 
By thy merits, we find favour, 

Life is given through thy name ! 

2 Pafchal Lamb, by God appointed. 

All our fins on thee were laid 1 
Great High Prieft, by God anointed, 

Thou haft full atonement made ; 
All thy people are forgiven, 

Through the virtue of thy blood ; 
Open'd is the gate of heaven, 

Peace is made with man and God, 

3 Jefus, hail! enthion'd in glory, 

There forever to abide I 
All the heavenly hods adore thee, 

Seated at thy Father's fide : 
There for finiiers thou art pleading, 

There thou doft our place prepare ; 
Ever for us interceding, 

Till in glory we appear. 

4 Worftiip, honour, power and ble fling, 

Thou art worthy to receive ; 
Loudeft praifes, without ceafing, 
Meet it is for us to give. 



28 The Lord's Songs , 

Help, ye bright angelic fpirits I 
Bring your fweeteft, nobleft lays, 

Help to ling- our Saviour's merits, 
Help to chant Immanuel's praife. 

Lock Hospital Collectioh* 

HYMN XXVI. Sixteenth Metre, 

Te Deum. 

T T T OW, can we adore, 

JLjL Or worthily praife, 
Thy goodnefs and power, 

Thou God o{ all grace I 
With honour and bleffing 

Before thee we fall^ 
Moil gladly confeffing 

Thee Father of all. 

z The heaven and earth* 

And water and air, 
To thee owe their birth, 

Sufcfift by thy care ; 
While angels are fmging 

Thy praifes above, 
We mortals are bringing 

Our tribute of love. 

3 Thou, -Saviour, art one 

With God the Supreme*. 
His eternal Son, 

And equal with him r 
Inverted with glory, 

On high doft thou fit, 
While angels adore thee* 

./Lnd. bow at thy feeU 



■A Colleftion* 2g 

^ How great was thy love ! 

How wonderous thy grace I 

Thou cam'ft from above 

To fave a loft race ; 
And, man to deliver, 

Of woman waft born* 
That every believer 

To God might return, 

5 How foon will thy feat 

Of judgment appear ! 

Prepaie us to meet 

And welcome thee there I : 
Thy witneffing Spirit 

In us fhed abroad, 
And bid us inherit 

The kingdom of God. 

HYMN XXVII. Fourteenth Metre. 

Fheing to Chr'iji under Temptation* 

\ TESUS, lover of my foul, 
<J Let me to thy bofom fly, 
While the nearer waters roll, 

While the ternpeft ftill is high : 
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, 

Till the ftorm of life is paft ; 
Safe into the haven guide, 

O receive my foul at laft ! 

z Other refuge have I none ; 

Hangs my helplefs foul on thee j. 
Leave, ah ! leave me not alone ! 
gtill fupport and comfort me. 
D 2 



30 The Lord's SoKgs f . 

All my truft on thee is ilay'd, 
All my helg from thee I bring ;- 

Cover my defencelefs head 
With the ihadovv. of thy wing. 

3 Thou, O Chrift, art all I. want ; 

More than all in thee i find : 
Raife the fallen, cheer the faint, 

Keal the fick, and lead the blind. . 
Juft and holy is thy name ; 

I am all unrighteouihefs : 
Vile and full of iin T am, 

Thou art full of truth and grace.. 

4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, 

Grace to p?.idon all my fin : 
Let the healing ftreams abound, 

Make :md keep me pure within : 
Thou of life the fountain art ;, 

Freely let me take of thee ; 
Spring thou up within my heart, 

iiiit to all eternity ! 

HYMN XXVIII. Fourteenth Metre. 
Comfort to the AjftiRed* Ifaiah liv. 

I T)ENSIVEj doubting, fearful heart, 

X Hear what Chrift the »Saviour fays 
E^ery word ihould joy impart, 

Change thy mpurning into praife : 
Yes, he ipeaKs, and fpeaks to thee,. 

May he help thee to believe I 
Then thou prefently wilt fee 

Thou haft liitk caufc to grieve. 



A CoUedion^. 71 

a" Fear thou- not, nor be afham'd; 

All thy forrows foon fhall end : 
I, who heaven and earth have fram'd, 

Am thy hufband and thy friend : 
I, the High and Holy. One, 

IfraePs God, by all ado r'd, 
As thy Saviour will be known, 

Thy Redeemer and thy Lord. 

3r " For a moment 1 withdrew, 

And thy heart was fi-lFd with pain ; 
But my mercies I'll renew ; 

Thou fhalt foon rejoice again. 
Though I feem to hide my face, 

Very foon my wrath lhall ceafe ; 
'Tis but for a moment's fpace, 

Ending in eternal peace. 

4,. " When my peaceful bow appears* 

Fainted on the watery cloud, 
'Tis to difilpate thy fears, 

Left the. earth fhould be overflowed j 
'Tis an emblem too of grace, 

Of my covenant love a fign : 
Though the mountains leave their place, 

Thou fhalt be forever mine. 

£- Though afflicted, tempeft-tofs'd, 
Cqmfortlefs awhile thou art, 
Do not think thou can ft be loir ; 
Thou art graven on my heart. 
All -thy waftes I will repair, 

Thou fhalt be rebuilt anew ; 
And in thee it fhall appear 
What a God of love can do. ?; ' 

Newton. 



3 2 The Lord's Songs, 

HYMN XXIX. Thirty-firft Metre. 
For the Spirit of Adoption. 

1 T^ATHER (if thou my Father art) 
,V Send forth the Spirit of thy Son, 

Breathe him into my panting heart, 

And make me know as I am, known. 
Make me thy confeious child, that I 
May Father, Abba Father, cry ! 

2 O that the Comforter would come, 

Nor vifit as a tranfient guefi ; 
But fix in me his conftant home. 

And keep pofleflion of my bread; 
And make my foul his lov'd abode. 
The temple of the indwelling God i 

3 Come, Holy Ghcft, my foul infpire, 

Atteft that I am born again ; 
Come and baptize me, Lord, with fire^ 

Nor let thy former gifts be vain : 
O grant the fenfe of fin forgiven, 
O grant the earneft of my heaven. 

4 O give th'indifputable feal, 

That ascertains the kingdom mine I 
That powerful ftamp I long to feel, 

The fignature of love divine: 
O iiicd it in my heart abroad, 
Julnefs of love, of heaven, of God ! 

HYMN XXX. Thirty-firft Metre. 
The Power of Faith, 
z ,<~\ LOVE, thou bottomlefs abyfs ! 
%^Jf My fins are fwallow'd up in thee ' 
C'-vcr'c is ipy unrighteoufnefs, 
^:?r. coriitmn-Alipii I am i:^ ; 



A Colle&iort. 33, 

Whilft Jefu's blood through earthand ikies, 
Mercy, free, boundlefs mercy L cries* 

2 With faith I plunge me in the fea ; 

Here is my hope, my joy, my reft * r 
Hither, when hell aifaults, I flee ; 

I look into my Saviour's breaft. 
Away, fad doubts and anxious fear ; 
Mercy is all that's written there. 

3 Though waves and ftorras go o'er my hexd, 

Tho* ftrength & health & friends be gone, 
Though joys be wither'd all, and dead, 

Though every comfort be withdrawn 4 
Stedfaft on this my foul relies — 
Father, thy mercy never dies ! 

4 Fix'd on this ground would I remain,! 

Though my heart fail* and flefli delay j 
This anchor (hall my foul fuftain, 

When earth's foundations melt away t 
Mercy's full power I then fhall prove, 
LovM with an everlajiing love.. 

HYMN XXXI. Second Metre. 
To wkomJhaU w go ? John vi. 6$. 

t HP 1 HOU only Sovereign of my heart, 
X My refuge, my Almighty friend ; 
And can my foul from thee depart, 
On whom alone my hopes depend ? 

Z Whither, ah ! whither fhall I go, 

A wretched wanderer from my .Lord ? 
Can this dark world of fin and wo 
Qtne glimpfc of happinefs afford? 



34 The Lord's Songs,, 

3 Eternal life thy words impart ; 

On thefe my fainting Spirit lives ; 
Here fweeter comforts cheer my heart. 
Than all the round of nature gives. 

4 Let earth's alluring joys combine ; 

While thou art near, in vain they call ; 
One fmile, one blifsful fmile of thine, 
My cleared Lord, outweighs them all. 

5 Thy name my inmoft powers adcre ; 

Thou art my life, my joy, my care ; 
Depart from thee !— 'tis death— 'tis more- 
'Tio endiefs ruin, deep clefpair i 

6 Low at thy feet my fcul would Re ; 

Here fafety dwells, and peace divine : 
Still let me live beneath thine eye ; 
For life, eternal life, is thine. 

Mrs. Steele, 

HYMN XXXII. Firft Metre. 
I flail not want. Lament, lii. 24. 

1 "T^ROM pole to pole let others roam, 

% And fearch in vain for bills ! 
My foul is fatisfy'd at home ; 
The Lord my portion is. 

2 Jefus, who on his glorious throne 

Rules heaven an4 earth and fea, 
Is pleas'd to claim me for his own, 
And give himfelf to me. 

3 His peri'on fixes all my love, 

His blood removes my fear ; 
And while he pleads for me ;rb we, 
His arm preferves me here. 



A Colled'ion. \ 35 

4 His word of promife is my focd> 

His Spirit is my guide ; 
Thus daily is my (trength renew'd, 
And all my wants fupply'd. 

5 For him I count as gain each lofs ; 

Difgrace for him, renown ! 
Well may I glory in his crofs, 
While he prepares my crown ! 

6 Let worldlings then indulge their boaft^ 

How much they gain or fpend ! 
Their joys mud foon give up the ghoft, 
But mine (hall have no end. 

Newton, 

HYMN XXXIII. Seventh Metre- 
My Name is Jacob. Gen. xxxii. 27, 
i \T AY, I cannot let thee ^o, 

J3<i Till a bieffing thou beftow : 

Do not turn away thy face 5 

Mine ; s an urgent, prefilng cafe* 

% Doft thou aik me, who 1 am ? 

Ah ! my Lord, thou know'ft my name ! 
Y^et the quitiion gives a plea 
To fupport my fuit with thee. 

3 Thou did ft once a wretch behold, 
In rebeiicn blindly bold* 

Scorn thy grace, thy power defy 5 
That poor rebel, Lord, was I, 

4 Once a (inner, near defpair, 
Sought thy mercy-feat by prayer ; 
Mercy heard and fet him free ; 
Lord, that mercv came tc me, 



36 The Lord's Songs , 

5 Many years have paft Arret then, 
Many changes I have feen ; 

Yet have been upheld till now : 
Who could hold me up but thou ? 

6 Thou haft helpM in every need ; 
This emboldens me to to plead : 
After fo much mercy paft, 
Canft thou let me fink at laft ? 

*j >Jo — 1 muft maintain my hold ; 

*Tis thy goodnefs makes me bold : 

I can no denial take, 
, When I plead for Jefus' fake. 

New to*. 

HYMN XXXIV. Thirteenth Metre. 
Pra'fe ye the Lord. 
ORD and God ef heavenly powers, 



'L 



Hallelujah I 
Theirs, and O benrgnly ours : 
Glorious King, let earth proclaim, 
Worms attempt to fing thy name. 

Thee to laud in fongs divine, Hallelujah 5 
Angels and archangels join ; 
We with r.hem our voices raife, 
Echoing thine eternal praife. 

Holy, holy, holy Lord ! Hallelujah t 

Live, by heaven and earth ador'd : 
Full of thee, they ever cry, 
" Glory be to God on high." 



A Colleftion. 37 

HYMN XXXV. Fifteenth Metre. 

He that dwelkih in Love, dwelleih in God. 
I T OVE divine, all love excelling, 

_Lj Joy of heaven, to earth come down I 
Fix in us thine humble dwelling, 

All thy faithful mercies crowo, 

3 Jefus, thou art all companion, 

Pure, unbounded love thou art % 
Vifit us with thy falvation, 
Enter every longing heart ! 

Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit 

Into every troubled breaft 1 
Let us all in thee inherit, 

Let us find that feeond reft. 

Take away our bent of finning 5 

Alpha and Omega be i 
End of faith, as the beginning j 

Set our fouls at liberty. 

Come, almighty to deliver, 

Let us all thy life receive I 
Suddenly return, and never, 

Never more thy temples leave I 

Thee we wouid he always bleffing., 
Serve thee as thine hods above 5 

Pray, and praife thee without c eating* 
Glory in thy precious love, 

Finifh then, thy new creation ; 

Pure, unfpotted may we be ; 
Let us fee thy great falvation, 

PerfeSly reftored by thee ? 

E 



38 The Lard's Sdngs^ 

8 Chang'd from glory into glory, 

'Till in heaven we take our place, 
Till we caft our crowns before thee, 
JLoft in wonder, love and praife ! 

HYMN XXXVI. Eighth Metre. 

The Death of the Saint Defiralk. 

1 A H! lovely appearance of death I 
jLjL No fight upon earth is {o fair : 
Not all the gay pageants that breathe 

Can with a dead body compare. 

2 With folemn delight I furvey 

The corpfe, when the fpirit is fled, 
In Jove with the beautiful clay, 
And longing to lie in its (lead, 
5 How bleft is our brother, bereft 

Of all that could burden his mind ! 
How eafy the foul that has left 
This wearifome body behind ! 

4 Of evil incapable, thou, 

Whofe riches with envy I fee, 
No longer in mifery now, 
No longer a fmner, like me. 

5 This earth is aSicled no more 

With ficknefs, or fhaken with pain ; 
The war in the members is o'er, 
And never fnall vex him again. 

6 No anger henceforward, or (hame, 

Shall redden this innocent clay ; 
Extinct is the animal flame, 
And paiEon- is vaaift/d away. 



A Collection. 39 

7 This languishing head is at red ; 

Its thinking and aching is o'er 5 
This quiet, immoveable bread 
Is heav'd by affliction no more* 

8 This heart is no longer the feat 

Of trouble and torturing pain ! 
It ceafes to flutter and beat ; 
It never fhall flutter again, 

9 The lids he fo feldom could clofe, 

By forrow forbidden to fleep, 
SeaPd up in eternal repofe, 

Have ftrangely forgotten to weep* 

10 The fountains can yield no fupplies, 

Thefe hollows from water are free ; 
The tears are all wip'd from thefe eyes. 
And evil they never fhall fee. 

1 1 To mourn and to fuffer is mine, 

While bound in a prifon I breath j 
And ftill for deliverance pine, 
And prefs to the iffues of death. 

12 What now with my tears I bedew, 

O might I this moment become ; 
My fpirit created anew, 

My flelh be configned to the tomb. 

Whitfield. 
HYMN XXXVII. Second Metre. 
Not a/tamed of Chriji. 
1 JESUS! and fhall it eve/be— 
J A mortal man afham'd of thee ? 
Afham'd of thee, whom angels praife, 
Whofe glory (hines through endlefs days i 



4<* The Lord % s Sohgs. % 

2 Afham'd of Jefus ! fooner, far, 
Let evening blufh to own a itar : 
He fheds the beams of light divine 
O'er this benighted foul of mine. 

3 Afham'd of Jefus ! juft as foon 
Let midnight be afham'd of noon : 
*Tis midnight with my foul, till He, 
Sright morning ftar ! bid darkncfs flee- 

4 Aiham'd of Jefus ! that dear friend, 
On whom my hopes of heaven depend J 
No — when I blufh, be this my ihame, 
That I no mere revere his name. 

5 Afham'd of Jefus 1 yes, I may, 
When I've no guilt to walh away, 
No tears to wipe, no good to crave, 
No fears to quell, no foul to fave. 

6 Till then — nor is my boafting vain—* 
Till then, I boafc a Saviour fiain : 
And, O ! may this my glory be, 
That ChiiS is net afham'd of me. 

7 His mftitutbns would I prize, 
Take up the crofs, the flume defpife, 
Dare to defend his noble caufe, 
And yield obedience to his law*. 

Grv/.GG, altered by Fr 
HYMN XXXVIH. Firft Metre. 
The Heavenly jerufahm. 
x TEE.U SALEM, my happy home, 
<J O how I long for thee ! 
When will my forrows have an end 8 
Thy joys when (hall I fee ? 



A CoUedion. 41 

2 Thy walls are all of precious ftone, 

Moft glorious to behold ; 
Thy feveral gates are each one pearl, 
Thy ftreets are pav'd with gold. 

3 Thy river, and thy fruitful tree, 

Thy garden, and thy green, 
Through dazzling light, by human fight 
Could never yet be feen. 

4 If heaven be thus, moft glorious Lord, 

Why fhould I fly from thence ? 
What folly 'tis that I fliould dread 
To die, and go from hence ! 

5 Reach down, reach down thine arm of grace, 

And caufe me to afcend. 
Where congregations ne'er break up, 
And fabbaths never end. 

6 Jefus, my love, to glory's gone ; 

Him will I go and fee ; 
And you, my brethren here below, 
Will foon come after mc. 

7 There we (hall meet, and no more part* 

And heaven fhall ring with praife ; 
While Jefus' love 5 in every heart. 
Shall tune the fong, free grace* 

8 Millions of years around may run— • 

Our fong fhall flill go on. 
To' praife the Father and the Son, 
And Spirit, Three in One. 

E2 



4 2 The Lord's Songs, 

9 When weV e been there ten thoufand years* 
Bright fhining like the fun, 
We've no lei's days to dag God's praife, 
Than when we firft begun. 

A*. 
HYMN XXXIX. Firft Metre. 
God's Dominion and Decrees, 

1 T^~ EEP filence, all created things, 
J\^ And wait your Maker's nod ; 

The mufe (lands ire'mbling, while (he fing.$ 
The honours of her God. 

2 Life, death and hell, and worlds unknown, 

Hang on his firm dec re 
He fits on no precarious throne, 
Nor borrows leave to be. 

3 Th Almighty voice bid antient night 

Her endlcfs realms refign, 
Arid, lo ! ten thoufand globes of light 
In fields of azure fhine. 

4 JIo ■" wifdom, tfrith fnp< 

Guides the vaft moving frat ic, 
Whilft all the ranks of beings pay 

Deep reverence to his name. 
; He fp ike ; the fun obedient ftood, 

And held the falling day ; 
Old Jordan backward drives his floody 

And difappomts the fea. 

6 Lord cf the armies of the flfcy, 
He marfb.afc all the liars ; 

Jted comets lift their banner? h:; 
And wide proclaim his v 



A GolleSHatu 43 

j Chain'd to his throne a volume lies* 
With ail the fates of men, 
With every angel's form and fize. 
Drawn by th* eternal pen, 

8 His providence unfolds the book, 

And makes his counfel fhine > 
Each opening leaf, and every ftroke. 
Fulfils fome deep defign. 

9 Here he exalts neglected worms 

To fceptres and a crown ; 
Anon the following page he turns. 
And treads the monarch down, 

10 Not Gabriel afks the reafon why. 

Nor God the reafon gives; 
Nor dares the favourite angel pry 
Between the folded leaves. 

1 1 My God, I never long'd to fee 

My fate, with curious eyes ; 
What gloomy lines are writ for me 9 
Or what bright fcenes ft all rife 

12 In thy fair book of life and grace 

May I but find my name 
Recorded in fome humble place, 
Beneath my Lord the Lamb. 

Watts. 
HYMN XL. Firft Metres 
Condefc ending Grace, 
1 "XylTTHEN the Eternal bows the fkies* 
V V To vifit earthly things, 
"With fcorn divine he turns his eyes 
From towers of haughty kings ; 



5 



44 The Lord's Songs, 

2 Rides on a cloud difdainful by 

A fultan, or a czar, 
Laughs at the worms that rife fo high. 
Or frowns 'em from afar. 

3 He bids his awful chariot roll 

Far downward from the fkies, 
To vifit every humble foul, 
With pleafure in his eyes. 

4 Why mould the Lord that reigns above 

Difdain fo lofty kings ? 
Say, Lord, and why fuch looks of love 
Upon fuch worthlefs things? 

5 Mortals, be dumb ; what creature dares 

Difpute his awful will ? 
Afk no account of his affairs, 
But tremble, and be ftill. 

6 Juft like his nature is his grace, 

All fovereign, and all free : 
Great God, how fearchlefs are thy ways I 
How deep thy judgments be I 

Watts. 
HYMN XLI. Second Metre. 
God Supreme and Self- sufficient, 

i TXTHAT is our God, or what his name, 
V V Nor men can learn, nor angels teach : 
He dwells conceaPd in radiant flame, 

Where neither eyesnor thoughts can reach. 

2 The fpacious worlds of heavenly light, 

Compared with him, how ftiort they fall ! 



A Collection. • 45 

They are too dark, and he too bright j 
Nothing are they, and God is all. 

3 He fpoke the wonderous word, and, lo* 

Creation rofe at his command I 
Whirlwinds and fea> their limits know. 
Bound in the hollow of his hand 1 

4 There re (is the earth, there roll the fpheres t 

There nature leans, and feels her pjop £ 
But his own felf-fuffieience bears 
The weight of his own glories up. 

5 The tide of creatures ebbs and flows, 

Meafuring their changes by the moon s 
No ebb his iea of glory knows ; 
His age is one eternal noon. 

6 Then fly, my fong, an endlefs rounds 

The lofty tune let Gabriel raife 5 
All nature dwell upon the found ; 
But we can ne'er fulfil the praife. 

WATTS- 
HYMN XLIL Thirty.fouKh. Metre. 
The bold Pilgrim* 

I dT*§ OME, all ye pilgrim travellers ; 

|^_y Who're bound to Canaan's land? 
Take courage, an4 fight valiantly ; 

Stand faft with fword in hand. 
Our glorious Captain's gone be£oxe p 

To open all the way ; 
And by his arms and livery 

We're fure to win the duy, 



46 The Lord's Songs, 

2 We trace a howling wildernefs 

For Canaan's peaceful fhore ; 
A land of drought and pits we pafs, 

Where threatening tempefts roar. 
But Jefus kindly has engag'd 

To lead us in the way ; 
If enemies examine us 

He'll teach us what to fay. 

3 Good morning, brother traveller ; 

Pray tell me what's your name ? 
And what's the place you're going to, 

And that from whence you came I 
Bold Pilgrim, is the name I bear : 

To Canaan I am bound : 
I'm from deftruclion's trembling gate, 

And the enchanted ground. 

4 Pray what is that upon your head, 

That fhines fo clear and bright ? 
And what the covering on your bread, 

So dazzling to my fight ? 
What kind of fhoes are thofe you wear, 

On which you boldly (land ? 
Alfo that mining inftrument 

You hold in your right hand ? 

5 My helmet it is glorious hope, 

And faith is my bright fhield, 
The Spirit's fword I've drawn to fight, 

Until I win the field. 
My feet are fhod with gofpel-peace, 

On which 1 boldly ftand ; 
Refolv'd to fight until 1 die, 

To win fair Canaan's land* 



A Collection. 47 

You'd better ftay with me, young man, 

And give your journey o'er : 
Your Captain he is out of fight, 

His face you'll fee no more. 
My name it is Apollyon known ; 

This land belongs to me ; 
Arid for your arms and pilgrim's drefs 

I'll give it all to thee. 
No, no, replies the pilgrim bold, 

Your offers I difdain ; 
For glittering crowns, more rich than gold, 

I fhortly fhall obtain. 
Laid up they are for faithful ones, 

Who love their Lord's command j 
I there fhall ihortly be with him, 

To enjoy the promised land. 

A* 

1 HYMN XLIII. Twenty-fifth Metre. 
The dying Chriflian to his SouL 

1 17 1TAL fpark of heavenly flame, 

V Quit, Oh! quit this mortal frames 
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, 
O, the blifs the pain of dying ! 

Ceafe, fond nature, ceafe thy ftrife, 
And let me languifh into life. 

2 Hark ; they whifper ; angels fay, 
Sifter fpirit, come away. 

What is this abforbs me quite ? 
Steals my fenfes, {huts my fight ? 
Drowns my fpirit, draws my breath ? 
Tell me, my foul, can this be death I 



4'S The Lord's Songs, 

3 The Trorld recedes ; it difappears ! 
Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears 

Wilh founds feraphic ring ! 
Lend, lend, your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! 
O grave ! where is your victory ? 

O desth ! where is your iHng ? 



Pop£, 



HYMN XLIV. Sixteenth Metre. 
The Fountain* Zech. xiii. i * 

I hn KE fountain of Chri(J 
JL AG ft me to fmg, 
The blood of our Prieft, 
Cur crucify'd King ; 
.ch perf:-""- infe* 

1 from filth, 
\r\ \ x skly difpc 

I he 

He'll freely impart: 
^r the fpear, 
It gufh'd from his heart, 

h blood and with water, 
The firft to atone, 
T a cleanfe us the latter : 
The fountain's but one 

5 This fountain from gq 

Not on] js pure, 

And gives, foon as f 
Infallible cure ; 



A Collettion* 49 






But if guilt, removed, 

Return and remain, 
Its power may be proved 

Again and again. 

This fountain, ufifeal'd, 

Stands open for all 
That long to be heal'd, 

The great and the fmall ; 
Here's Strength for the weakly 

That hither are led, 
Here's health for the fiekly, 

And life for the dead. 



5 This fountain, though rich, 

From charge is quite clear ; 

The poorer the wretch, 
The welcomer here. 

Come needy, come guilty, 
Come loathfome and bare j 

You can't come too filthy- 
Come juft as you are. 

6 This fountain in vain 

Ha*s never been try'd 5 
It takes out all ftain, 

Whenever apply 'd : 
The water flows fweetly 

With virtue divine, 
To cleanfe fouls completely* 

Though leprous as mine. 



F 



Har*» 



50 The Lord's Songs, 

HYMN XLV. Twenty-fixth Metre. 

The March. 

i T I ^HE voice of free grace 

X Cries, Efcape to the mountain; 
To Adams loit race 

There is opened a fountain, 
For fin and tranfgrefiion, 

And every pollution : 
The blood it flows freely 

In ftreams of falvation : 
Hallelujah to the Lamb, 

Who purchas'd our pardon, 
We will praife him again 

When we pafs over Jordan. 

2 This fountain fo clear, 

In which all may find pardon, 
From Jefus (Thrift's fide flows 

In plenteous redemption; 
Though your fins they were raifed 

As high as a mountain, 
The grace ftill flows freely, 

So high is the fountain. 
Hallelujah to the Lamb, 

Who purchased our pardon \ 
We will praife him again, 

When we pafs over Jordan. 

3 O Jefus, ride on ; 

Thy kingdom is glorious ; 
Over fin death and hell 
Thou wilt make us viSorieus : 



A Collettkn. 51 

Thy namt fliall be praifed 

In the great congregation* 
And Saints fhall delight in 

Afcribing falvation. 
Hallelujah to the Lamb, 

Who purchased our pardon £ 
We will praife him again 

When we pafc over Jordan* 

4 When or Zibn we ftand, 

Having gained the bleft fhore, 
With our harps in our hands 

We will praife him evermore j 
We will range the blefs'd fields* 

By the banks of the river, 
And fing hallelujahs 

Forever and ever. 
Hallelujah to the Lamb, 

Who purchas'd our pardon ; 
We will praife him again 

When we pafs over Jordan. 

A* 

HYMN XLV1. Firft Metre. 
The Sighing of the Prifoner. Job xxviih 
f #^| H that I knew the feeret place 
\_/ Where I might find my God I 
Soon I would come before his face 
And fpread my woes abroad. 

2 There I would tell how fins arife, 
What forrows I fuftain ; 
How grace decays, and comfort dies % 
And leaves my heart in pain i 



5 a The Lord's Songs, 

I What arguments would I there take ! 
How.wrcftle with my Gcd ! 
Would plead my caufe tor mercy's fake* 
And for my Saviours blcod i 

4 My God would pity my complaints, 
Would know my bitter -it moan, 
Would itay my fpirit wlltn it taints, 
And take th'unutter'a groan. 

€ Arife, my foul, from deep diftreft, 
That favoured place is near ; 
He calls thee to his throne of grace, 
To fpread thy forrows there. 

TT'jj A,. 

KYMN XLVII. Forty-firft Metre. 
The Pardoning God, _»licah vih i3. 

1 f*\ REAT God of wonders, a wuy« 
VJT Are matchlefs, godlike and divine ; 
But the fair glories of thy grace 

More godlike and unriv ine. 

Who is a pardoning God Like th_ 
And who has grace to rich and fiee ? 

2 Crimes of fuch horror to forgive, 

Such guilty, daring worms to fpare, 
This is tad prerogative, 

Andnon ure» 

bo is a pardoning Go ] 

... ...... grace lb rich aad&ce 2 



A ColleSlion. 53 

j Angels and men, refign your claim 
To pity, mercy, love and grace ; 
Thefe glories crown Jehovah's name 

With an incomparable blaze. 
Who is a pardoning God like thee ? 
Or who has grace fo rich and free ? 

\ In wonder loft, with trembling joy 
We take the pardon of our God ; 

Pardon for crimes of deepeft dye, 
A pardon bought with Jefus* blood*, 

Who is a pardoning God like thee ? 

Or who has grace fo rich and free ? 

; O may this ftrange, this matchlefs grace, 
This godlike miracle of love, 
Fill the wide earth with grateful praife, 

And all th'angelic hofts above ! 
Who is a pardoning God like thee ? 
Or who has grace fo rich and free ? 

Davies, 

HYMK XLVIIL Firft Metre. 

Tie Returning Backjlider* 

THE Lord is kind in all his ways, 
When moft they feem fevere ; 
He frowns, and fcourges and rebukes, 
That I may learn his fear. 

With thorns ie fences up my path, 

And builds a wall around, 
To guard me from the death that kirks 

Ii\ fin's forbidden ground. 

F 2 



54 The Lord's Songs, 

5 When other lovers, fought in vain, 
My fond addrefs defpife, 
He opens his indulgent arms, 
With pity in his tyes. 

4 Return, my wandering foul, return, 

And leek his tender breaft ; 
Call back the memory of thofe days. 
When there thou found' ft t.'hy reft. 

5 Behold, great God ! I come to thee, 

Though bluihes veil my face ; 
Conftrain'd my la ft retreat to leek 
In thy much injur'd grace. 

HYMN XL1X. Seventh Metre. 
JQ'roine Sovereignty and W'ifdam, 

X f~*i OD is King ; ye lands rejoice, 
VJT Lift, ye ifles, a thankful voice ; 
Shout, ye faint* i ; 

God, your God and Father, lttigns. 

2 He controuls the fons of p»id e ; 
Sits above the raging tide ; 
None his mighty hand can ft ay, 
None refill his fovereign fwa y. 

3 Thoughts are vain againft tb .e Lord ; 
All fubferve his (landing woi xi ; 
Satan hinders, men objeel ; 

Yet what they oppofe, effect. . 
4. O how deep his counfel lies l * 
How unfathomably wife ! 
F. very way his will is "done, 
: i try way his power is iho . jfDc 



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5 Subje&s of the Lord, be bold ; 
All his plan will foon unfold ; 
Wheels encircling wheels combine 
To complete the grand defign. 

6 Bleft is faith, that trufts his power ; 
Bleft is hope, that waits his hour : 
Let the glorious clofe appear ; 
Hade, great conqueror, bring it near- 

HYMN L. Firft Metre. 
Cbrifl our Wifdom 9 Right eoufnefs, SanEttficatiots 

and Redemption. 
i T> ELXEVERS own they are but blind 5 
J3 They own themfelves unwife > 
But wifdom in the Lord they find, 
Who opens all their eyes. 

2 Unrighteous are they all when try'd j 

But God himfelf declares, 
In Jefus they are juftified ; 
His righteoufnefs is theirs. 

3 That we're unholy, needs no proof; 

We forely feel the fall : 
But Qhrift has holinefs enough 
To fanclify us all. 

4 Expos'd by fin to God's juft wrath, 

We look to Chrift, and view, 
Redemption in his blood by faith> 
And full redemption too. 

5 Some this, fome that, good virtue teach, 

To rectify the foul : 
But we firft after Jefus reach, 
And richly grafp the wholes 



56 The Lord's Songs^, 

HYMN LI. Twenty-fourth Metre. 
Pra'tfe to the Redeemer, 

1 IT ET us love, and fing, and <wonder ; 

\ 1 Let us prarfe the Saviour's name ; 
lie has huhVd the law's loud thunder, 

He has quench'd Mount Sinai's flame. 
He has viauVd us in his blooci, 
He h*s brought us nigh to God. 

2 Let us love the Lord who bought us, 

PityM us when enemies ; 
Call'd us by his grace, and taught us f 

Gave us ears, and gave us eyes. 
Kc has Wafh'd us in his blood, 
He prefents cur fouls to God. 

3 Let usjing, though fierce temptation 

Threaten hard to bear us down ; 
For the Lord, our ftrong falvaiion, 

Holds in view the conqueror's crown. 
He who wafh'd us in his blood, 
Soon will bring us home to God. 

4 Let us wonder ; grace and juftice 

join, and point to mercy's (tore : 
When, throurh grace, in Chrill our truft is, 

Juiiice fmiles, and afks no more. 
He who who wafh'd us with his blood, 
Has ieeUr'd our way to God. 

5 Let us pratfe, and join the chorus 

Of the faints enthron'd on high : 
Ksre they trusted him before us ; 
Ngw their praius fill the iky. 



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* Thou haft wafVd us with thy blood ; 
Thou art worthy, Lamb of God !" 

6 Hark I the name of Jefus, founded 
Loud from golden harps above ! 
Lord, we blu-fe, and are confounded 5 

Faint our praifes, cold our love ! 
Wafik our fouls and fongs with blood, 
For by thee we cosSe to God* 

Newtok- 

EYMN LII. Firft Metre. 
Light Shining out of Darhnefs* 

t £~*\ OD moves in a myfterious way> 
VJT His wonders to perform ; 
He plants his foot£eps in the fea ? 
And rides upon the ftornu 

z Deep in unfathomable mines 
Of never failing feill, 
He treafures up his bright defigns* 
— And works his fovereign will. 

3 Ye fearful faints, frefk courage take % 

The clouds you fo much dread 
Are big with mercy, and {hall break 
In bleffings on your head. 

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble fenfi?. 

But truft him for his grace ; 
Behind a frowning providence 
He hides a fouling face* 



58 The Lord's Songs, 

5 His purpofes will ripen faft, 

Unfolding every hour ; 
The bud may have a bitter taftt, 
But fweet will be the flower. 

6 Blind unbelief is fure to err, 

And fcan his work in vain : 
God is his own inierpreter, 
And he will make it, plain. 

Cowpt*. 

KYMN LIII. Firft Metre. 

Noon-light. 

\ 'TPHE moon has but a bcrrow'd light, 
JL A fai n t and feeble ray ; 
She owes her beauty to the night, 
And hides herfelf by day. 

2 No cheering warmth her be-im conveys* 

Though pleafing to behold: 
We might upon her bright neis gaze 
Till we were ftarv'd with cold. 

3 Juft fuch is all the light to maa 

Which reafon can impart ; 
It cannnot fhow one object plain, 
Nor warm the frozen heart. 

4 Thus moon-light views of truth divine . ■• 

To many fatal prove ; 
For what avails in gifts to fhine, 
Without a fpark of love ? 

5 The goipel, like the fun at noon, 

Affords a glorious light ; 
Then human reaibri*s boafted moon 
Appca;* no longer bright. 



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5 Arul grace not only light beftowj, 
But adds a quickening power ; 
The defert bloffoms like the rofe, 

And fin prevails no more. Newton. 

HYMN LIV. Firft Metre. 
Reigning Grace. 
X "VTOW may the Lord reveal his face, 
X%l And teach our ftammering tongues 
To make his fovereign, reigning grace, 
The fubjecl of our fongs ! 
% No fweeter fubjedl can invite 
A finner's heart to fing, 
Or more difplay the glorious right 
Of our exalted King. 

3 This fubject fills the ftarry plains 
With wonder, joy and love ; 

And furnifhes the nobleft drains 
For all the harps above. 

4 *Twas grace that call'd our fouls at firft 5 
By grace thus far we'ere come ; 

And grace will help us through the worft, 
And lead us fafely home. 

5 Lord when this changing life is pair. 
If we may fee thy face ; 

How (hall we praife and love at laft, 
And fing the reign of grace ! 

< Yet let us aim, while here below, 
Thy mercy to difplay ; 
Aad own at leaft the debt we owe , 
Although we cannot pay 

NlWTOS, 



6«> The Lord's Songs > 

HYMN LV. Twenty-third Metre, 
Cbri/i the Lord. 

t T\ yT IGHTY God, while angels blefs thee, 

JLVX May an infant lifp thy name i 
Lord of men as well as angels, 
Thou art every creature's theme. 
Hallelujah, 
Hallelujah, Hallelujah ! Amen, 

2 Lord cf every land and nation, 
Ancient of eternal days ! 
Sounded through the wide creation 
Ee thy juft and lawful praife. 
Hallelujah ! 

g For the grandeur of thy nature, 

Grand, beyond a feraph's thought. 
For created works of power, 

Works with fkill and kindnefs wrought j. 
Hallelujah ! 

4 For thy providence, that governs 

Through thy empire's wide domain ; 
Wings an angel, guides a fparrow ; 
Blefled be thy gentle reign. 
Hallelujah ! 

5 But thy rich, thy free redemption, 

Dark through brightness all along— 
Thought is poor, and poor exprenjon ! 
Who dare fmg that awful fong i 
Hallelujah ! 



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6 Brightnefs of the Father's glory, 

Shall thy praife unutter'd lie ? 
Fly, my tongue, fwch guilty filence ! 
Sing the Ilord who came tp die. 
Hallelujah I 

7 Did bright angels Cng thy coming ? 

Did the fhepherds learn their lays $ 
Shame would cover me, ungrateful, 
Shoud my ton-gue refufe to praife* 
Hallelujah i 

9 From the higheft throne in glory* 
To the crofs of deepeft wee ; 
All to ranfom guilty captives—* 
Flow my praife, forever Sow. 
Hallelujah I 

$ Go, return, immortal Saviour ; 

Leave thy footftbol y take thy throne $ 
Thence return, and reign forever m r 
Be the kingdom all thy own. 
Hallelujah, &c. 

Robihso** 

HYMN LVL Eighteenth Metre. 
Firft- Love. 

1 g~\ H • how happy are they 
\Jf Who their Saviour obey, 

And have laid up their treafiire above I 
Never tongue could exprefs 
The fweet comfort and peace 

Of a foul in its eariiefl love I 

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iZ The Lord's Songs, 

2 That rejoicing was mine, 
When the favour divine 

1 firft found in the blood of the Lamb ; 

With my heart I believ'd, 

And the joy I receiv'd : 
What a heaven I found in his name ! 

3 All I fought here below, 
Was, my Saviour to know ; 

(The angels could do nothing more) 

And to fall at his feet, 

And the ftory repeat, 
And the lover of finners adore. 

4 Jefus, all the day long, 
Was my joy and my fong ; 

O that all, his falvation might fee ! 

He hath lov'd me, I cry'd, 

He hath fufferM and dy'd, 
To redeem fuch a rebel as me. 

5 On the wings of his love, 
I was carried above ; 

The temptations of pleafure were vain ; 

And I could not believe 

That I ever fhould grieve, 
Or ihould ever be tempted again. 

6 As I rode on the Iky, 
juftified from on high, 

Could L envy Elijah his feat ? 

My glad foul mounted higher, 

In a chariot of fire, 
And the moon rolled under my feet. 



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7 O ! the rapturous height 

Of that holy delight, 
Which I found in the life-giving blood! 

Of my Saviour poffefs'd, 

I was perfectly blefs'd, 
As if fill'd with the fulnefs of God. 

A. 

HYMN LVII. Second Metre. 
Jefut ihz only Saviour* 

ADAM, our father and ©ur head, 
Tranfgrefs'd,andjufticedoom'dusdead: 
The fiery law fpeaks all defpair ; 
There's no reprieve nor pardon there 

Z Call a bright council in the fkies ; 
P Seraphs, the mighty and the wife, 
u Say, what expedient can you give, 
" That fin be damn'd, and fmners live ? 

3 " Speak, are you ftrong to bear the load, 
" The weighty vengeance of a God ? 

" Which of you loves a wretched race, 
" Or dares to venture in their place J" 

4 In vain we afk, for all around 

Stand filent through the heavenly ground : 
There's not a glorious mind above 
Has half the ftrength, or half the love. 

I But, O unutterable grace ! 

Th' Eternal Son takes Adam's place : 
Down to our world the Saviour flies, 
Stretches his naked arms, and dies. 



6.4. The Lord's Songs 9 

6 Juftice was pleas'd to bruife the God, 
And pay its wrongs with heavenly blood : 
What unknown racks and pangs he bore i 
Then role ; the law could aik no more. 

7 Amazing work ! look down, ye fkies, 
Wonder and gaze with all your eyes ; 
Ye heavenly thrones (loop from above, 
And bow to this myfterious love. 

6 See how they bend ! fee how they look I 
Long they had read th' eternal book, 
And ft u died dark decrees in vain : 
The crofs on Calvary makes them plain. 

5 Now they are ftruck with deep amaze ; 
Each with his wings conceals his face ; 
Now clap their founding plumes, and cry* 
u The wifdom of a Deity !" 

XcLow they adore th 1 incarnate Son, 
And fing the glories he has won ; 
Sing hew he broke our iron chains, 
Hew deep he funk, how high he reigns !! 

1 1 Triumph and reign, victorious Lord, 
Ey all the flaming hofts ador'd : 
And fay* dear Conqueror, fay, how long 
Ere we (h*ll rife to join the fong. 

r*Lo, from afar the promis'd day 
Shines with a well-diftinguiflfd ray? 
But my wing'd pafljon hardly bears 
Thefe lengths of flow, delaying yearc. 



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13 Send down a chariot from above, 
With fiery wheels, and pav'd with love, 
Ratfe me beyond th' ethereal blue, 
To fing and love as angels do. 

Watts. 

HYMN LVIII. Firft Metre. 

The AthetJFs MiJIake. 

1 ' AUGH, ye profane, and fwell, and 
\ J burft, 

With bold impiety ; 
Yet fnall ye live forever curs'd, 
And feek in vain to die. 

The gafp of your expiring breath 

Ccnfigns your fouls to chains, 
By the laft agonies of death 

Sent down to fiercer pains. 

Ye ftand upon a dreadful fteep, 

And all beneath is hell ; 
Your weighty guilt will link you deep 

Where the old Serpent fell. 

When iron {lumbers bind your flefh, 
With ftrange furprife you'll find 

Immortal vigour fpring afrefh, 
And tortures wake the mind ! 

Then you'll confefs the frightful names 
Of plagues you fcorn'd before, 

No more 'hall look like idle dreams, 
JLike fcolilh tales no more. 

G 2 



66 The Lord's Songs? 

€ Then fhall ye curfe that fatal day, 
(Wich flames upon your tongues) 
When you exchang'd your fouls away 
For vanity and longs. 

7 B-hcld, the faints rejoice to die, 

For heaven ftiines round their heads ; 
And angel guards, prepared to fly, 
A.ttead their fainting bed«i. 

3 Their longing fpirits part and rife 
To their celeftial feat ; 
Above thefe ruinable flties 
They make their laft retreat. 

9 Hence, ye profane ; I hate your ways ; 
1 waik with pious fouls ; 
There's a wide difference in our race, 
And diftant are our goals. Watts. 

HYMN LIX. Second Metre. 
God exalted above all Fraife. 

Z TJT TERNAL power ! whofe high abode 
|j Becomes the grandeur of a God ; 

Infinite lengths beyond the bounds 

Where liars revolve their little rounds I 
Z The lowed (rep above thy feat 

Rifes t€>o high for Gabriel's feet : 

In vain the tall arch-angel tries 

To reach thine height, with wondering eyes, 
g Thy dazzling beauties whilfl. he fings, 

He hides his face behind his wings ; 

And ranks of fhining thrones around 

Fall worfaipping, and fpread the ground. 



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Lord, what {Kail earth and aHies do ? 
We would adore our Maker too ; 
From fin and dull to thee we cry, 
The Great, the. Holy, and the High I 

Earth, from afar, has heard thy fame, 
And worms have learnt to lifp thy Name | 
But, O, the glories o£ thy mind 
Leave all our fearing thoughts behind*, 

God is in heaven, and men below ; 
Be (kon our tunes ; our words be few; 
A ficred reverence checks Gur fongs, 
And praife fits fiient on our tongues. P 

Watts* 
* Tibi filet Laus, Leus. Ffal. Ixv. i„ 



e 



HYMN LX. . Second Metre. 
Longing for the Latter Day Glory, 

OW many years has man been driven 
Far off from bappiaefs and heaven 3 
When wilt thou, gracious Lord, s'ei'tore 
Thy wandering church to roam no more I 

Six thou fan d years are nearly paft, 
Since Adam from thy fight was call : 
And ever fince, his fallen race, 
From age to age, are void of grace. 

When will the happy trump proclaim 
The judgment of the martyr* d Lambi* 
When mall the captive troops be £ree 9 
And keep th* eternal jubilee J 



68 The Lord's Songs> 

4 Haften it, Lord, in every land; 

Send thou thine Angels, and command, 
" Go found deliverance ; loudly blow 
4i Salvation to my faints below !" 

5 We long to have the day appear I 
The promis'd great fabbatic year, 
When, far from grief, and (in, and hell, 
Ifrael in ceafelefs peace fhall dwell. 

6 Till then, we will not let thee reft ; 
Thou (till fhalt hear our ftrong requefl: ; 
And this our daily prayer flail be, 
Lord, found the trump of jubilee. 

HYMN LXI. Thirty-firft Metre. 

Gentiles praying for jfeivs. 

I T7ATHER of faithful Abraham hear 
J Our earned fait for Abraham's iced ; 
Juftly they claim the fofteft prayer 
From us, adopted in their ftead ; 
Who mercy through their fall obtain, 
And Chrift by their rejection gain. 

j. Out caft from thee, and fcatter'd wide, 
Through every nation under heaven, 
Blafpheming whom they crucify'd, 
Unfav'd, unpity'd, unforgiven : 
Branded like Cain, they bear their lead, 
Abhor'd of man, and curs' d of God. 

j But haft thou finally forfook, 
Forever caft thine own away ? 



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Tvllt thou not bid the murderers look 

On him they pierc'd, and weep and pray I 
Yes, gracious Lord, thy word is pad, 
* All Ifrael (hall be fav'd at laft." 

4 Come then, thou great Deliverer, come^ 
The veil from Jacob's heart removes 
Receive thine antient people home, 

That, quickened by thy dying love, 
The world may their reception view, 
And fliout to God the glory due. 

HYMN LXII. Firft Metre. 

Chrifi V .ceudefiending regard to JLittle Children* 

Mark x. 14. 

1 QEEIfraePs gentle Shepherd -ftand, 
O With all-engaging charms ; 
Hark, how he calls the tender lambs, 

And folds them in his arms 1 

2 " Permit them to approach," he cries, 
Nor fcorn their humble name ; 

For 'twas to blefj fuch fouls as thefe, 
The Lord of angels came. 

3 We bring them, Lord, by fervent prayer, 
And yield them up to thee ; 

Joyful that we ourfelves are thine, 
Thine let our offspring be! 

4 Ye little fuck, with pleafure hear, 
Ye children, feek his face 5 

And fly with tranfport to receive 
The bieffings of his grace* 



70 The Lord's Songs, 

5 If orphans tbey are left behind, 
Thy guardian care we truft ; 
That care (hall heal our bleeding hearts, 
If weeping o'er their duft. 

Doddridge, 

HYMN LXIII. Second Metre. 

Exhortation to Prayer. 

X TTTHAT various hindrances we meet, 
V V In coming to a mercy-feat ! 
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer, 
But wifhes to be often there ? 

2 Prayer makes the darkened clcud withdraw 5 
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob faw 1 
Gives exercife to faith and love, 

Brings every blefling from above. 

3 Retraining prayer, we ceafe to fight ; 
Prayer makes the Chriftian armour bright f 
And Satan trembles when he fees 

The weakeft faint upon his knees. 

4 While Mofes ftood with arms fpread wide, 
Succefs was found on IfraePs iide ; 

But when through wearinefs they faiPd, 
That moment Amalek prevailed. 

5 Have you no words ? O, think again, 
Words Sow apace when you complain, 
And fill your fellow-creature's ear 
With the fad tale of all your care, 



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Were half the breath thus vainly fpent, 
To heaven in fupplication fent ; 
Your cheerful fong would oft'ner be, 
" Hear what the Lord has done for me/* 

COWPER* 

HYMN LXIV. Thirty^firft Metre, 
Travelling to Zion- 

LEADER of faithful fouls, and guide 
Of all that travel to the iky, 
Come, and with us, even us, abide, 
Who would on thee alone rely : 
On thee alone our fpirits (lay, 
While held in life's uneven way. 

Strangers and pilgrims here below, 
This earth we know is not our place $ 

We haften through the vale of woe, 
And, reftlefs to behold thy face, 

Swift to our heavenly country move. 

Our everlafting home above. 

We 've no abiding city here, 

But feek a city out of fight ; 
Thither our fteady courle we fteer, 

Afpiring to the plains of light ; 
Jerufaiem, the faints' abode, 
Whofe founder is the living God. 

Patient th' appointed race to run, 
This weary world we caft behind ; 

From drength to (Irength we travel on* 
The new Jerufaiem to find : 

Our labour this, our only aim, 

Te find the New Jerufaiem. 



72 The Lard's Sonp, 

5 RaisM by the breath of love divine, 

We urge our way with ftrength renew' d j 
The church of the firft born to join, 
We travel to the mount of God ; 
V T ith joy upon our heads we rife, 
To meet our Saviour in the Ikies. 

HYMN LXV. Third Metre. 

The Care of the Soul. 

i A CHARGE to keep I have ; 

A A God to glorify y 
A never- dying* foul to fave, 

And fit it for the fky; 
t To ferve the prefent age, 

My calling to fulfil : 
O may it all my powers engage 

Tt) do my Matters will. 

3 Arm me with jealous care* 

As in thy fight to ]ive, 
And O, thy fervant, Lord, prepufe 
A ftrict account to give. 

4 J^ e i° me t0 watch and pray, 

1 Ail .iyfelf rely ; 

AiTui'd iTI rny truft betray, 
I fn ail forever d 

HYMN LXVL Firft Metre- 
The Atonement. 
I TV TTY'dying Saviour, and my God, 
1VX Fountain for guilt and fin, 
Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, 
Ar.d cleanfe and keep me clean. 



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% Walh me, and make me thus thine own ; 
Wa(h me, and mine thou art : 
Wafh me, but not my feet alone — 
My hands, my head, my heart. 

3 For ever here my reft fhall be, 

Clofe to thy bleeding fide ; 
'Tis all my hope, and all my plea, 
For me the Saviour dy'd. 

4 To bring me near, thy blood apply, 

Till faith to fight improve ; 
Till hope in full fruition dit f 

And all my foul be love. A. 

HYMN LXVIL Thirty-fifth Metre 

Creation, 

I *THHE fpacious firmament on high, 
X With all the blue ethereal iky, 
And fpangled heavens (a lhining frame) 
Their great Original proclaim. 
The unwearied fun, from- day to day, 
Does his Creator's power airplay, 
And publifhes to every land / 
The work of an Almighty hand. 

2 Soon as the evening fhades prevail, 
The moon takes up the wonderous tale, 
And nightly to the liftening earth 
Repeats the ftory of her birth ; 
While all the ftars that round her burn, 
And all the planets in their turn, 
Confirm the tidings as they roll, 
And ipread the truth from Dole to pole. 

H 



74 The Lord's Scngs^ 

3 What though in folemn filence all 
Move round the dark terreftial ball * r 
What though no real voice nor found 
Amid the radiant orbs be found ; 
In reafon's ear they all rejoice, 
And utter forth a glorious voice, 
Forever finging, as they fhine, 
The hand that made us is divine. 

Addison, 

KYMN LXVIII. Twentieth Metre. 

The Voice of the Bridegroom, 

i r T 1 HE voice of my beloved founds, 

JL While o'er the mountain tops he bounds ; 
He flies exulting o'er the hills, 
And all my foul with tranfport fills : 
Gently doth he chide my Ray, 
" Rife, my love, and come away. 

2 "The fcatter'd clouds are Med at Lift, 
if The rain is gone, the winter's part, 
" The lovely vernal flowers appear, 
"The warbling choir enchant our ear; 
" Now with fweetly-penfive moan 
" Coos the turtle dove alone. n 

HYMN LXIX. Firfl Metre. 

Divine Favour. 

I T ET every tongue thy goodnefs fpeak, 
1 j Thou fovereign Lord of all ; 
Thy Strengthening hands uphold the weak- 
And raife the poor that fall. 



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2 When forows bow the fpirit down, 

When virtuetJies diftrefs'd 
Beneath the proud oppreffor's frown, 
Thou giv'ft the mourner reft. 

3 Thou know'ft the pains thy fervants feel. 

Thou hear' ft thy children's cry ; 
And, their beft wiihes to fulfil, 
Thy grace is ever nigh. 

4 Thy mercy never (hall remove 

From inen of hearts fincere : 
Thou fav'ft the fouls whofe humble lave 
Is join'd with holy fear. 

5 My lips fliall dwell upon thy praife, 

And fpread thy fame abroad : 
Let all the fons of Adam raife 
The honours of their God. 

HYMN LXX. Firft Metre. 

The Univ$rfai Hallelujahj 

l TT> RAISE ye the Lord, y'immortal choir* 
JL That fill the realms above ; 
Sing, for he formed you of his fire, 
And feeds you with his love. 

3 Shine to his praife* ye cryftal fkies, 
The floor of his abode ; 
Or veil your little twinkling eyes 
Before a brighter God. 

j Thou reftlefs globe of golden light, 
Whofe beams create our days, 
Join with the filver queen of night 
To own your borrowed rays. 



j 6 The Lord's Sengs, 

4 Winds, ye fhall bear his name aloud 

Through the ethereal blue ; 

For when his chariot is a cloud, 

He makes his wheels of you. 

5 Thunder and hail, and fire and ftorms, 

The troops of his command, 
Appear in all your dreadful forms, 
And fpeak his awful hand. 

6 Shout to the Lord, ye furging feas, 

In your eternal roar ; 
Let wave to wave refound his praife, 
And fhore reply to fliore : 

7 While monfters, fporting on the flood, 

In fcaly filver fhine, 
Speak terribly their Maker, God, 
And lafh the foaming brine. 

8 But gentler things fhall tune his name, 

To foftcr notes than thefe ; 
Young zephyrs, breathing o'er the dream, 
Or whifpering through the trees. 

9 Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines, 

To him that bade you grow : 
Sweet clufters, bend your fruitful vines 
On every thankful bough. 

io Let the fhrill birds his honour raife, 
And climb the morning fky ; 
While groveling beads attempt his praife 
In hoarfer harmony. 



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f 1 Thus, while the meaner creatures fing, 
Ye mortals, take the found ; 
Echo the glories of your King 
Through- all the nations round. 

Watts. 

HYMN LXXT. Sixteenth Metre. 
The Lord will Provide. 

i r-p HOUGH troubles affail, 
X And dangers affright, 
Though friends mould all fail, 

And foes all unite ; 
Yet one thing fecures us, 

Whatever betide ; 
The Scripture affures us, 
The Lord will provide, 

2 The birds without barn 

Or ftore-houfe are fed : 
From them let us learn 

To truft for our bread; 
His faints, what is fitting, 

Shall ne'er be deny'd, 
So long as 'tis written, 

The Lord will provide 

3 We may, like the mips, 

By tempefts be toll 
On perilous deeps, 

But cannot be loft : 
Though Satan enrages 

The wind and the tide, 
The promife engages, 

The Lord will provide* 

Ha 



7 8 . The Lord's Songs, 

4 His call we obey, 

Like Abram of old, 
Not knowing our way, 

But faith makes us bold ; 
For though we are ftrangers, 

We have a good guide, 
And truft, in all dangers, 

The Lord will provide. 

$ When Satan appears 

To ftop up our path, 
And fill us with fears, 

We triumph by faith; 
He cannot take from us, 

Though oft he has try'd, 
This heart-cheering promife, 

The Lord will provide. 

6 He tells us we're weak, 

Our hope ib in vain ; 
The good that we feek, 

We ne'er (hall obtain ; 
But when fuch fuggellions 

Our fpirits have ply'd, 
This aniwers all queftions — ■ 

The Lord will provide. 

7 No ftrength of our own, 

Nor goodnefs, we claim ; 
'Yet, fince we have known 

The Saviour's great name, 
In this our ftrong tower 

For fafety we hide ; 
The Lord is our power, 
The Lord will provide* 



A Collection. 79 

8 When life finks apace, 
And death is in view, 
This word of his grace » 

Shall comfort us through : 
No fearing or doubting, 

With Chrift on our fide ; 
We hope to die fhouting, 
The Lord will provide. 

Newton. 

HYMN LXXII. Firft Metre. 
On Earth as in Heaven. 
3 i^UR life is hid with Chrift in God ; 
V^J Our life {hall foon appear, 
And flied his glory all abroad 
On us, his members here. 

2 Our fouls are in his mighty hand, 

And he will keep them flill ; 
He will return, and we ihall Hand 
With him on Zion's hill. 

3 Him eye to eye we there fhall fee ; 

Our face like his fhall fhine ; 

And mingle with the company, 

Where faints and angels join. 

4 With them affembling joyful there, 

In robes o£ white array *d, 
The palms of victory we ihall bear, 
And crowns upon our head. 

5 Then let us lawfully contend, 

And fight our pafTage through ; 
Bear in our faithful minds the end, 
And keep the prize in view. 



So The Lord's Songs > 

6 And left us haflen to the day, 

When all ihall be brought home. 
Come, O Redeemer, come away ! 
O Jefus, quickly come 1 



A. 



HYMN LXXI1I. Thirty-firft Metre. 
Th: Lord's Supper. 

IN that fad, memorable night, 
When Jefus was for us be tray' d, 
He left his death-recording rite, 

He took and blefs'd and brake the bread; 
And gave his own their laft bequeft, 
And thus his love's intent exprds'd : 

" Take, eat, this is my body, given 
" To purchafe life and peace for you, 

u Pardon, and holinefs, and heaven ; 
" Do this my dying love to fhew : 

<fc Accept your precious legacy, 

" And thus, my friends, remember me." 

He took into hi: hands the cup, 
To crown the facram:.*:ual fcaft, 

And, full of kind concern, look'd up, 
And eave to them what he had blefs'd ; 

" And drink ye all of this, he faid, 

" In fclemn memory of the dead. 

" This is my blood, which feals the new 
" Eternal cov'nant of my grace ; 

" My blood, fo freely flied for you, 
u For you and all the finful race : 

blood, that fpeaks your fins forgiven, 

u And juftifies your claim to heaven." 



A Cvlkaion. 8 1 

HYMN LXXIV. Seventh Metre, 
The Fall cf Jntlchr tft . 

1 TTT-^3 I s tm ' s t#nat comes from far, 

VV Clad in garments dipt in blood ? 
Strong, triumphant Traveller, 
Is he man, or is he God ? 

2 " I, that fpeak in righteoufnefs, 

" Son of God and man I am, 
" Mighty to redeem your race ; 
" Jefus is your Saviour's name." 

3 Wherefore are thy garments red, 

Dy'd as in a crimfon fea ? 
They that in a wine-vat tread, 
Are not ftain'd fo much as thee. 

4 " I from Edom thus am (hewn ; 

" There the wine-prefs I have trod ! 
u Strang with wine of wrath, alone, 
" 1 have pour'd the wrath of God." 

A. 

HYMN LXXV. Seventh Metre. 

Loveji thou me P John xxi. 15. 

1 'HT^IS a point I long to know, 

1 Oft it caufes anxious thought, 
Do I love the Lord, or no ? 
Am I his, or am I not ? 

2 If I love, why am I thus ? 

Why this dull and lifelefs frame ? 
Hardly, fure, can they be worie, 
Who have nev6r heard his name I 



82 The Lord's Sovgf 9 

3 Could my heart fo hard remain, 

Prayer a talk and burden prove; 
Every trifle give me pain, 
if I knew a Saviour's love ? 

4 When I turn my eyes within, 

All is dark, and vain, and wild ; 
Fill'd with unbelief and fin, 
Can I deem myfelf a child ? 

5 If I pray, or hear, or read, 

Sin is mix'd with all I do : 
You, that love the Lord indeed, 
Tell me, is it thus with you ? 

6 Yet I mourn my (hibborn will, 

Find my fin a grief and thrall ; 
Should I grieve for what I feel, 
If I did not love at all ? 

7 Could I joy his faints to meet, 

Choofc the ways I once abhorr'd, 
Find, at times, ihe promife fweet, 
If I did not love the Lord i 

$ Lord, decide the doubtful cafe, 

Thcu, who art thy people's fun; 
Shine upon thy work of grace, 
If it be indeed begun. 

9 Let me love thee more and more, 
If I love at all, 1 pray ; 
If I have not lov'd before, 
Help me to begin to-day. 



Newtok* 



A Cotleftion. 83. 

HYMN LXXVI. Twenty-firft Metre. 
The Child. 
1 ^\ UIET, Lord, my froward heart ; 
V^ Make me teachable ami mild 5 
Upright, fimple, free from art, 

Make me, as a weaned child : 
From diftruit and envy free, 
Pleas'd with all that pleafes thee. 

2 What thou fhalt to-day provide, 

Let me as a child receive ; 
What to-morrow may betide, 

Calmly to thy wifdom leave ; 
*Tis enough that ihou wilt care ; 
Why fhould I the burdea bear I 

3 As a little child relies 

On a care beyond his own y 
Knows he's neither ftrong nor wife, 

Fears to ftir a ftep alone ; 
Let me thus with thee abide, 
As my father, guard, and guide. 
\ Thus preferv'd from Satan's wiles, 
Safe from dangers, free from fears, 
May 1 live upon thy fmiles, 
Till the promis'd hour appears ; 
When the fons of God (hall prove 
All their Father's boundlefs love. 

Newtok. 
HYMN LXXVII. Thirtieth Metre. 
Ebene%er. I Sam. vii. 12. 

COME, thou fount of every blefling, 
Tune my heart to fing thy grace I 
Strean^ of mercy, never-ceafing, 
Call for fongs of loudeft praife, 



$4 The Lord's Swigs, 

Teach me fome melodious ibnnet, 
Sung by flaming tongues above ; 

Praife the mount — O fix me on it, 
Mount o€ God's unchanging lpvc I 

2 Here I raife mine Eben-ezer ; 

Hither by thy help I'm come ; 
And 1 hope by thy good pleaiure 

Safely to arrive at home. 
Jefus fought me when a It ranger, 

Wandering from the fold of God ; 
He, to refc rora danger, 

lnterpos'd bis precious blood. 

3 O ! to grace how great a debtor 

Daily I'm conftrain'd to be ! 
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, 

Bind my wand t ring heart to thee ! 
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ; 

Prone to leave the God I love — 
Here's my heart, Lord, take and leal it ; 

Seal it from thy courts above ! 

ROBINSGN. 

HYMN LXXV1IL Eighth Metre. 

The Beatific V'lfwn. 

i T LANGUISH, 1 faint to be there, 
JL Where Jefus hath fix'd his abode; 
O when fhall I rife in the air, 

And fly to the mountain of God ! 

2 1 long to behold him array'd 

With glory and light f*orn above ; 
The King in hi* beauty difplay'd, 
The beauty of holicft love. 



A CeUeclion. 3$ 

3 On Zion, O when fliall 1 (land ! 

And there (as rehears' d in the word) 
The breadth of Immanuel's land 
Survey in the light of the Lord ? 

4 How happy the people that dwell 

Secure in the city above ! 
No pain its inhabitants feel, 

No ficknefs or forrow (hall prove* 

j O Lover of fouls, unto me 

Thy pledges of holinefs give, 

And then from this defert fet free, 

And then to thy city receive ! 

6 When there, on thy bofom reclin'd, 
Thv face I am firengthened to fee, 
The « fulnefs of joy " I ihall find, 
The " heaven of heaven" in thee. 

A, 

HYMN LXXIX. Twenty-feventh Metre. 

The Pilgrim's Song. 

l T# lSE, my foul, and flretch thy wings, 
X\. Thy better portion trace ; 
Rife from tranfitory things 

Towards heaven, thy native place : 
Sun and moon and ftars decay, 

Time (hall foon this earth remove : 
Rife, my foul, and hafte away 

To feats prepared above. 

i Rivers to the ocean run, 

Nor ffcty in all their courfe ; 
Fires afcending feek the fun ; 
Both fpeed them to their fourcc ; 

I 



86 The Lord's Swigs^ 

So a foul that's bom of God 

Pants to view his lovely face. 
Upward tends to his abode, 

To reft in his embraee. 

3 Fly me, riches, fly me, cares. 

While I that coaft explore ; 
Flattering world, with all thy fnare^ 

Solicit me no more : 
Pilgrims fix not here their home ; 

Strangers tarry but a night : 
When the lafl dear morn is come, 

They'll rife to joyful light. 

4 Ceafe, ye pilgrims, ceafe to mourn ; 

Prefs onward to the prize ; 
Soon the Saviour will return, 

Triumphant in the fkies : 
Yet a feafon, and you know, 

Happy entrance will be given ; 
All your forrews left below, 
And earth exchang'd for heaven. 
HYMN LXXX. Thirty-fixth TIetre. 
Prcife for Salvation, 

1 /^V JESUS, our Lord ! 
\J Thy name be ador'd 

For all the rich bkffings convey ? d by thy word. 

2 In fpirit we trace 
Thy wonders of grace, 

And cheerfully jcin in a concert of praife. 

3 The trumpet of God 
Is founding abroad, 

The language of mercy — Salvation throe 
blood. 



A Gollefiion. 87 

4 Thrice happy are they 
Who hear and obey, 
And fhare in the riches of this gofpel-day. 

A This bleffing be mine, 
Through favour divine ; 
And O, my Redeemer ! the glory be thine- 

6 The work is of gra^e - r 
Thine, thine be the praife ; 
And mine to adore thee,' and tell of thy ways* 

HYMN LXXXL Firft Metre. 
Gratitude for God f $ Mercies. 
I IF 1£ THEN all thy mercies, O my Go*J> 
V V My rifing foul furveys, 
Tranfported with the view, I'm loft 
In wonder, love and praife. 

3 Thy providence my life fuftain'd* 
And all my wants redrefs'd, 
When in the filent womb I lay> 
And hung upon the breaft. 

3 To all my weak complaints and cries 
Thy mercy lent an ear, 
Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt 
To form themfelves in prayer. 

4. Unnumber'd comforts on my foul 
Th^r tender care beftow'd, 
Before my infant-heart conceiv'd 
From whom thofe cojuforts flow'd, 
C When in the flippery paths of youth' 
With heedlefs fteps I ran ; 
*jThine arm, unfeen, convey'd me fafe» 
J^&d led me up to maru 



83 The Lord's Songs, 

6 When worn by ficknefs, oft haft thou 

With health renew'd my face ; 
And when in fins and fbrrows funk, 
Reviv'd my ibul with p-race. 

7 Thy bounteous hand with worldly good 

Has made my cup run o'er, 
And in a kind and faithful friend 
Haft doubled all my ftore. 

8 Through every period of my life 

Thy goodnefs I'll purfue ; 
And after death in drfiant worlds 
The glorious theme renew. 

9 When nature fails, and day and night 

Divide thy works no more ; 
My ev«r-gtateful heart, O Lord, 
Thy mercy lhall adore. 
io Through all eternity to, thee 
A joyful fone I'll raife ; 
For, O ! eternity's too ihcrt 
To utter all thy praife. 

Adbison. 

HYMN LXXXII. Firft Metre. 

A Wedding Hy<:. 
i OINCE Jefas freely did appitor 
O To grace a marriage feaS ; 
O Lord, we alt thy preience here, 
To make a wedding gueft. 

2 Upon the bridal pair look down, 
Who now have plighted hand*; 
Their union with thy favour crown, 
And blefs the nuptial bands. 



A Collection. I?<j 

3 With gifts of grace their hearts endow, 

Of all rich dowries beft ! 
Their fubftance blefs, and peace beftoWj, 
To fweeten all the reft. 

4 In pureft love their fouls unite> 

That they, with Chriftian care, 
May make dorneftic burdens light, 
By taking each their (hare. 

5 True helpers may they prove indeed, 

In prayer, and faith, and hope ; 
And fee, with joy, a goodly feed? 
To build their houfehold up, 

6 As Ifaac and Rebecca give 

A pattern chafte and kind ; 
S.o may this married couple live, 
And die, in friendfhip join'd. 

7 On every foul afTembled here, 

O make thy face to fhine ; 
Thy goodnefs more our hearts can cheer, 
Than richeft food or wine. 

HYMN LXXXIIL Fifteenth Metre. 
The City of God. 

i ^1 LORIOUS things of thee are fpoken, 
VJT Zion, city of our God ! 
He, whofe word cannot be broken, 
Form'd thee for his own abode. 

2 On the rock of ages founded, 

What can fhake thy fure repofe i 
With falvation's walls furrounded, 
j may'ft frnile at all thy foe$« 

I a 



The Lord's Songs > 

3 See ! the ftreams of living waters, 

Springing from eternal love, 
Well fupply thy ions and daughters, 
And all fear of want remove. 

4 Who can faint while fuch a river 

thirft t'a/fuage ? 
Grace, which like the Lord, die giver, 
Never fails from are to ar?e. 

5 Round each habitation hovering, *• 

See the cloud and fire appear, 
For a glory and a covering, 
Shewing that the Lord is nc;;r. 

6 Thus deriving from their banner 

Light by night, and ihade by day ; 
Safe they feed uj *.i the manna 

Which he gives them when they pray. 

7 Eleft inhabitants of Zion, 

WaflTd in the Redeemer's blood ! 
Jefus, whom their fouls rely on, 

Makes them kings and prkfts to God. 

8 Saviour, if of Zion's city 

I through grace a member am, 
Let the world deride or pity, 
I will glory in thy name. 

Newton. 

HYMN LXXXIV. Thirty-firft Metre. 
Influences cf I 
i T^ TERNAE Spirit, fource of light, 
r j Enliv ; rrfecrating fire, 

33eicend, and heat 

Our dull and f:_ arts infpire ? 



A Colledion. 91 

Our fouls refine, our drofs confume ; 
Come, condefcending Spirit, come. 

2 In our cold breads, O ftrike a fpark 

Of the pure flame which feraphs feel ; 
Nor let us wander in the dark, Jp 

Or lie benum'b and ftupid ftill. 
Come, vivifying Spirit, come, 
And rnake our hearts thy conftant home. 

3 Whatever guilt and madnefs dare, 

We would not quench the heavenly fire ; 
Our hearts as fuel we prepare, 

Though in the flame we fhould expire. 
Our breads expand to make thee room : 
• Come, purifying Spirit, come. 

4 Let pure devotion's fervour rife ! 

Let every pious paffion glow I 
O let the raptures of the ikies 

Kindle in our cold hearts, below ! 
Come, condefcending Spirit, come, 
And make our fouls thy conftant home. 

Davies. 

HYMN LXXXV. Second Metre. 

The blafted Fig-tree. 

1 4T\ NE awful word, which Jefus fpoke, 
\J Againft the tree which bore no fruit, 
More piercing than the lightning's ftroke, 

Blafted and dry'd it to the root. 

2 But could a tree the Lord offend, 

To make him fhow his anger thus ? 
He furely had a farther end — 
To be a warning word to us* 



92 The Lord's Songs? 

3 The fig-tree by its leaves was known , 

Bat, having not a fig to fhow, 
It brought a heavy fentence down-^- 
?' Let none hereafter on thee grow." 

4 Too many, who the gcfpel hear, 

WhonvSatan blinds, and (in deceives, 
We to this fig-tree may compare \ 
They .yield no fruit, but only leaves. 

5 Without the fruit the Lord expects, 

Knowledge will make oar ftate the worfe ; 
The barren trees he ftill rejects, 

And ibon will blaft them with his curfe, 

6 O Lord, unite our hearts in prayer 1 

On each of us thy Spirit fend, 
That we the fruits of grace may bear, 
And find acceptance in the end. 

NfcV/TON. 

KYMN LXXXV.L Thirteenth Metre. 

RefurreSlon and Afcenfion. 

NGEL3, roll the rock away ; 



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Death, give up thy mighty prey ; 
See ! he rifes from the tomb, 
Glowing with immortal bloom. 

Hallelujah. 

'Tis the Saviour; angels, raife 
Your eternal trump of praife ; 
Let the earth's remoteil bound 
: the joy-inf piling found. 
Hallelujah. 



A Cdllcdion. 93 

3 Now, ye faints, lift up your eyes ; 
Now to glory fee him rife, 

In long triumphs through the iky, 
Up to waiting worlds on high. 
Hallelujah, 

4 Heaven difplays her portals wide : 
Mighty Conqueror, through them ride : 
King of glory, mount thy throne ; 

'Tis thy Father's and thy own. 
Hallelujah. 

5 Praife him, all ye heavenly choirs, 
Praife, and fweep your golden lyres^; 
Shout, O earth, in rapturous fong ; 
Let the drains be fweet and ftrong. 

Hallelujah. 

6 Every note with wonder fwell — 

Sin o'erthrown, and vanquifhed'hell ; 
Where is death's once dreaded king i 
Where, O monfter, is thy fting ! 
* Hallelujah. 

Scott, A* 

HYMN LXXXVII. Firft Metre. 

The happy Change. 

I TJ OW bleft thy creature is, O God, 
XX When, with a fmgle eye, 
He views the luftre of thy word, 
The day-fpring from on high ! 
t Through all the ftcrms that veil the fkies, 
And frown on earthly things, 
The Sun of Righeoufnefs he eyes, 
With healing on his wings. 



94 The Lord's Songs , 

3 Struck by the fight, the human heart, 

A barren foil no more, 
Sends the fweec fmell of grace abroad, 
Where ferpents lurk'd before. 

4 The foul, a dreary province once 

Of Satan's dark domain, 
Feels a new empire form'd within, 
And owns a heavenly reign. 

5 The glorious orb whofb golden beams 

The fruitful year controul, 
Since firft, obedient to thy word, 
He ftarted from the goal, 
$ Has cheerM the nations with the joys 
His orient rays impart ; 
But, Jefus ! 'tis thy light alone 
Can mine upon the heart. 

Cowper, 

HYMN LXXXVIII. Thirty-thin'. 
Worthy the Lamb. 

1 r^\ LORY to God on high 1 

VJT Let earth and fkies TQ^W y 

Praife ye his name : 
His love and grace adore, 
Who all cur forrows bore \ 
Sing loud forever more, 

Worthy the Lamb. 

2 Jefus, our Lord and God, 
Bore fin's tremendous load ^ 

Praife ye his ns 
Tell what his arm hath done* 
What fp-ils from death he won ) 
Sing his great name alone ; 
the Lamb, 



A Cdlkaion. 95 

3. While they around the throne 
Cheerfully join in one, 

Praifing his name ; 
Thofe who have felt his blood 
Sealing their peace with God, 
Sound his dear name abroad ; 

Worthy the Lamb. 

4 Join, all ye ranfom'd race* 
Our holy Lord to blefs s 

Praife ye his name : 
In him we will rejoice, 
And make a joyful noife, 
Shouting, with heart and vcice^ 

Worthy the Lamb. 

5 And let the hofts above, 
In realms of endlefs love, 

Praife his dear name i 
To him afcribed be 
Honour and rnajefty, 
Threugh all eternity* 

Worthy the Lamb. 

* HYMN LXXXIX. Second Metre. 

God ready to forgive. 

X *Y XT HAT mean thefe jealoufies and fears 3 

VV As if the Lord was loth to fave, 

Or lov'd to fee us drench'd in tears, 

And fink with forrow to the grave ? 

% Does he want flaves to grace his throne ? 
Or rules he by an iron rod ? 
Loves he the deep, defpairing groan ? 
Is he a tyrant, or a God ? 



o6 The Lord's Songs, 

3 Not all the fins which we have wrought 

So much his tender bowels grieve, 
As this unkind, injurious thought, 
That he's unwilling to forgive. 

4 What though our crimes are black as night, 

Or glowing like the crirnfon morn ; 
ImmanuePs blood will make them white 
As mow through the pure ether borne. 

5 Lord, 'tis amazing grace, we own, 

And well may rebel worms furprife : 
But was not thy incarnate Son 
A moil amazing facrifice ? 

6 u I've found a ranfom," faith the Lord ; 

11 No humble penitent (hall die." 
Lord, we would now believe thy word, 
And thy unbounded mercies try. 

Stockdon. 

HYMN XC. Second Metre. 

On opening a new Place of IVerj 

i A ND will the Great, Eternal God 
jOjL On earth eftablifli his abode i 
And will he, from his radiant throne, 
Avow our temples for his own ? 

2 We bring the tribute of our praife, 
And fing that condefcending grace 
Which to our notes will lend an ear, 
And call us, fmful mortals, near. 

3 Our Father's watchful care we blefs, 
Which guards our fynagogues in peace. 
That no tumultuous foes invade, 

To fill our worfhippers with dread. 



A Collection. 97 

4 Thefe wails we to thy honour raife : 
Long may they echo to thy praife ; 
And thou, defcending, till the place 
With choiceft tokens of thy grace. 

5 Here let the great Redeemer reign, 
With all the graces of his train ; 
While power divine his word attends, 
To conquer fees, and cheer his friends, 

6 And in the great, decisive day, 
When God the nations {hall furvey, 
May it before the world appear, 
Thoufands were born to glory here. 

Doddridge, 

HYMN XCI. Thirty-firft Metre. 

Sung at ihs Opening of the Branch Church in Sakm* 

i A ND wilt thou, Great, Eternal God, 
JlJL On earth eftabliih thine abode ? 
And wik thou, from thy radiant throne. 
Enter out temples as thine own ? 
We'll bring the tribute of our praife, 
And ring thy condefcending grace. 

2 Around thee, here, thy faints will meet, 
And, glad to take the lowed feat, 
Thy fahbaths, here, they will prolong, 
With prayer, difcourfe, and holy fong ; 
Afpire to rife, and ftill to rife, 

And reach thy reft above the fkies. 

3 Here, great Redeemer ! wilt thou reign. 
With all the graces of thy train, 
While power divine thy word attends, 

To conquer foes, and cheer thy friends ; 



98 The LorcFs Songs , 

With thine own arm falvation bring, 
And (Hew the. world that thou art King ! 

4, And in the great, decifive day, 
When thou the nations (halt furvey ; 
May it before the world appear, 
That crowds were born to glory here. 
From weaknefs thou doft ftrength ordain ; 
From tabes thy rlrft Hofannas gain. 

5 Thefe walls we to thy honour raife ; 
Long may they echo with thy praife ; 
And thou, defcending, fill the place 
With choiceft tokens of thy grace ; 
And here the Branch of Zion blefs 
With ftrength, and in this place give peace. 

A^ 
WYMN Xlclf. Firft Metre. 
The contrite Heart. 

1 r TpHE Lord will happinefs divine 

JL On contrite htarts beftow ; 
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine 
A contrite heart, or no ? 

2 I hear, but feem to hear in vain, 

Infenfible as fteel ; 
If ought is felt, 'tis only pain 
To find I cannot feel. 

3 I fometimes think myfelf inclin'd 

To love thee, if \ could ; 
Eut often feel another mind, 
Averfe to all that's good. 

4 My beft dtf.rts are faint and few;' 

I fain would drive for more ; 
Eut when I cry, " My ftrength renew/' 
Seem weaker than before. 



A Colledion. 99 

£ Thy faints are comforted, 1 know, 

And love thy houfe of prayer ; 

I therefore go where others go, 

But find no comfort there. 

6 O make this heart rejoice or ache; 

Decide this doubt for me ; 

And if it be not broken, break, 

And heal it if it be. 

COWPERa 

HYMN XCIII. Firft Metre, 
7 he Pre/wee cf God worth dying for* 

1 ' ORD, 'tis an infinite delight 
' * A To fee thy lovely face, 

To dwell whole ages in thy fight, 
And feel thy vital rays. 

2 This Gabriel knows, and fings thy nainej 

With rapture on his tongue ; 

Mofes the faint enjoys the fame, 

And heaven repeats the fong. 

3 While the bright nations found thy praifc 

From each eternal hill, 
Sweet odours of exhaling grace 
The happy regions fill. 

4 Thy lov«, a fea without a fhore, 

Spreads life and joy abroad ; 
O 'tis a heaven worth dying for, 
To fee a fmiling God ! 

r Sweet was the journey to the fky, 
The wonderous prophet tried ; 
"Climb up the mount," fays God, u and die tff 
The prophet climb'd* and died. 

ULofC. 



i go The Lord's Songs f 

9 Softly his fainting head he lay 
Upon his Maker's bread ; 
His Maker kifs'd his foul away, 
And laid his flefli to reft. 
7 Shew me thy face, and I'll away 
From all inferior things ; 
Speak, Lord, and here I quit my clay, 
And ftretch my airy wings. 

Watts. 

HYMN XCIV. Firft Metre. 
Children of Believers thing in their Infancy. 

1 r T" 1 HY life I read, my deareft Lojd, 

X With tranfport all divine -> 
Thine image trace in every word, 
Thy love in every line. 

2 Methinks I fee a thoufand charms 

Spread o'er thy lovely face, 
While infants in thy tender arms 
Receive the fmiling grace. 

; M take thefe little lambs," faid he, 
" And lay them in my bread ; 
" Protection they mail find in me, 
<k In me be ever bleft. 

4 " Death may die bands of life unloofe, 

" But can't dhfolve my love : 
" Millions of infant fouls compofe 
" The family above. 

5 " Their feeble frames my power fhall raife t 

u And mould with heavenly 'fkiil : 
" I'll give them tongues to ling my praife, 
( ' And hands to do my will." 



A Collefiion* *ioj 

6 His words the happy parents hear, 
And fhout, with joys divine, 
Dear Saviour, all we have and are 

Shall be forever thine. StennstTo 

HYMN XCV. Thirty-firft Metre. 

Praife for Redemption. 

J "TXT HAT (hall we render unto thee, 
V V Thou glorious Lord of lif» and power ? 
Teach us to bow the humble knee ; 

Teach us with thankfulnefs to adore ; 
To praife thee as thy faints above, 
To praife thee for thy wonderous love* 

2 When like loft {Keep we wandered wide, 

And left the watchful Shepherd's eye ; 
When borne along thf impetuous tide 

Of this world's fin and vanity ; 
Our Jefus from the heavens came down. 
To faye us by his grace alone, 

3 He bore our fins upon the tree, 

(To feek and fave the loft he came) 
There was he bound to fet us free 

From death and everlafting ihame i 
The captive flock from hell was freed, 
And ranfom'd, when the Shepherd bled* 

4 Before the Father's awful throne, 

Our merciful High Prieft he ftands, 
And, interceding for his own, 

The purchas'd remnant now demand? } 
His people's everlafting friend, 
Whq^ loving, loves them to the en4> 



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5 May we, his banifh'd ones, rejoice, 

Him for our Lord and God to own, 
To take him as our only choice, 

And cleave to him in love alone ; 
Be growing up in holinefs, 
Then meet him in the realms of blifs. 

HYMN XCVI. Thirty-fixth Metre. 

Adoring Jtfus. 
i /~\ COME, let us join, 
\J Together combine, 
To praifc our dear Saviour, our Matter divine, 

2 He, worthy, is bleft 
By fpirits at reft, 

Who once in this deferthis Godhead confefs'd. 

3 The Prophets who told 
His (o ffe r i ngs of old, 
unvfweetthankfgivingsonpfalt'rksofg^ud. 

4 The Fathers, to whom 

He fhew'd he would come, 
Now in Iiis pavilion take up their long home. 

5 The fpirits of men, 

j for him were flaifl, 
Ti om Abel the righteous, {hare now in his reign. 

6 The Apoftles, who liood, 
Refilling to blood 

Forth' witnefs of Jefus, are now with their God. 

7 The Church of the Lamb, 
Here met, do the fame ; 

With faints & with angels, they meet in hisname. 

8 My foul, bear a part, 
For ranfomM thou art 

By Jefus' blood-fiieddmg, his burial & fmart. 



A Colled i on. 

9 To him that was {lain, 
The fcorn'd Nazarene, 
Be glory and honour : let all fay, Amen. 

HYMN XCVII. Firft Metre. 
God glorious, and Sinners faved. 

i T^ATHER, how wide thy glory Urines ! 
JP How high thy wonders rife ! 
Known through the earth by thoufand figns, 
By thoufand through the flues. 

2 Tliofe mighty orbs proclaim thy power ; 

Their motions fpe^k thy fkill ; 
And on the wings of every hour 
We read thy patience ftill. 

3 But when we view thy great dcfign 

To fave rebellious worms, 
Where vengeance and compaffion join 
In their divined forms ; 

4 Here the whole Deity is known ; 

Nor dares a creature guefs 
Which of the glories brighteft fhone, 
The juftice or the grace. 

5 Now the full glories of the Lamb 

Adorn the heavenly plains ; 
Bright feraphs learn Immanuel's name, 
And try their choiceft (trains. 

6 O may I bear fome humble part 

In that immortal fong : 
Wonder and joy fhali tune my heart, 
And love command my tongue. 

Watts, 



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HYMN XCVII1. Third Metre. 
Saved by Grace. 

1 /~*\ RACE, 'tis a charming found^ 
VJT Harmonious to the ear ! 

Heaven with the echo ft: all refound, 
And all the earth fhall hear. 

2 Grace firft contriv'd a way 
To fave rebellious man ; 

And all the fteps that grace difplay, 
Which drew the wonderous plan. 

3 Grace firft inferib'd my name 
In God's eternal book : 

*Twas Grace that gave me to the Lamb, 
Who all my forrows took. 

4 Grace taught my roving feet 
To tread the heavenly road ; 

And new fupplies each hour I meet, 
While prefling oft to G^ 

5 Grace all the work fhall crown, 
Through everla(ting days; 

Jt lays in heaven the topmoft ftone, 
And well deferves the praife. 

HYMN XC1X. Firft. Metre. 
The Virtue of ChriJVs BlooJ. 

j »THHERE is a fountain fill'd with bloody 
J[ Drawn from Imrnanuel's veins j 
And fmners, bathed in that flood, 
Lofe all their guilty flams. 
2 Dear, dying Lamb, thy precious blood 
Shall never lofe its power, 
Till all the ranfom'd church of God 
Be fav'd, to fia no more. 



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3 E'er fi rice by faith I faw the ft ream 

Thy flowing wounds fupply, 
Redeeming love has been my theme, 
Andihall be till. I die. 

4 Then in a nobler, fweeter fong 

I'll fmg thy power to fave, 
When this poor lifping, ftammering tongue 
Lies filent in the grave. 

5 Lord, I believe thou haft prepar'd 

(Unworthy though I be) 
For me a blood-bought, free reward, 
A golden harp for me* 

6 Tis ftrung and tun'd for endlefs years, 

And forrn'd by power divine, 
To found in God the Father's ears 
No other name but thi^e. 

CoWPERi 

HYMN C. Firft. Metre. 
Defiring Heavenly Things. 
I rpo thee, my God, I hourly figh, 
1. But not for golden ftores ; 

Nor^covet I the brighter!: gems 
On the rich eaftern fhores. 

■2 Nor that deluding, empty joy, 
. Men call a mighty name, 
Nor greatnefs, in its gayeft form, 
My reftlefs thoughts inflame. 

3 Nor pleasure's foft, enticing charms, 
My fo»d defires allure : 
Far greater things than earth can yield, 
My wifhes would fecure. 



I ©6 The Lord's Songs, 

4 Thofe blifsful, thofe tranfporting fmiles>, 

That brighten heaven above, 
The boundlefs riches of thy grace. 
And treasures of thy love ; 

5 Thefe are the mighty things 1 crave s 

! make thefe bleffings mine ; 
And all the glories of this world 

1 gladly will refign. 

HYMN CI. Second Metre. 
Thcjlony Heart. 

1 /~\ ! FOR a glance of heavenly day, 
\JF To take this ftubborn done away, 
And thaw, with beams of love divine, 
This heart, this frozen heart of mine. 

2 The rocks can rent j the earth can (hake ; 
The feas can roar ; the mountains quake ; 
Of feeling all things fhew fome fign, 

But this unfeeling heart of mine. 

3 To hear the forrows thou haft felt, 
Dear Lord, an adamant would melt : 
But I can read each moving line, 
And nothing move this heart of mine. 

4 Thy judgments, too, unmov'd 1 hear, 
Amazing thought ! which devils fear : 
Goodnefs and wrath in vain combine 
To ftir this ftupid heart of mine. 

5 But fomething yet can do the deed, 
And that dear fomething much I need : 
O may thy Spirit now refine 

From drofs, and melt this heart of mine. 



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HYMN CII. Second Metre, 
Satan Repulfed. 
>r T^IS falfe, thou vile accufer ; go ; 

X 1 lee through all thy thin difguife i 
Back to thy native realms below, 
Thou parent of deceit and lies. 

Think not to drive my trembling foul, 

Laden with guilt, to black defpair : 
Haft thou furvey'd the facred roll, 

And found my name not written there ? 
Prefumptuous thought ! to fix the bound. 

To limit mercy's fovereign reign: 
What other happy fouls have found* 

I'll feek, nor (hall I feek in vain. 

I own my guilt, my charge confefs, 
Nor can thy malice make it more ; 

Of crimes already numberlefs, 

Vain the attempt to fwell the fcore* 

Set the black lift before my fight ; 

While I remember Jefus dy'd, 
'Twill only urge my fpeedier flight 

To feek falvation at his fide. 
6 Low at his feet I'll caft me down, 

To him reveal my grief and fear § 
And if he fpurns me from his throne* 

I'll be the firft who periiVd there* 

HYMN CIIL Firft Metre. 
The Heavenly Shepherd. Pfalm xxiii. 
t HT 1 HE Lord, my (hepherd and my guided 
X Will all my wants fupply ; 
In fafety I fliall ftill abide, 
Beneath his watchful eye. 



icll The Lord's So?r 

2 Amidft the verdant, flowery meads 

He makes my fweet re pole : 
When pain'd with thirft, he gently leads 
Where living water flov 

3 If from hi* fold I thoughtlefs ftray, 

He leads the wanderer home, 

And fhews my erring feet the way 

Where dangers cannot come. 

4 Though haftening to the filent tomb, 

And death's dark (hades appear ; 
Thy preience, Lord, fhall cheer the gloom, 
And banifh every fear. 

5 No evil can my foul difmay, 

While I am near my Cod ; 
My com for r, my iupporf and (lay, 
Thy faff and guiding roj. 

6 Thy confbmt ix me furround, 

ma foes ; 
My favom'd head wttK gladncfs crcwi 
■ i hie fling flows. 

7 Thus fhall thy j s, love and care 

Attend my f\ 

•And I fhall civ-it forever n 
My God, ar Lis praiic. 

HYMN CIV. Fhfrty-fecond Metre. 

i fTHHE Lord my pafture fhall prepare, 
X And feed me with a fhepherd's cj 
His prefence fliall my wants fapply, 
And guard me with a watchful eye ; 
My noon-day walks he (hall attend, 
And all my midnight hours defend. 



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2 When in the fultry glebe 1 faint^ 
Or on the thirfty mountain pant, 
Te fertile vales and dewy meads 
My weary, wandering fteps he leads, 
Where peaceful rivers, foft and Cow, 
Amrd the verdant landfkip flow. 

3 Though in the paths of death I tread> 
With gloomy horrors overfpread, 
My ftedfaft heart ihall fear no ill, 
For thou, O Lbrd, art with me (till : 
Thy friendly crook fliall give rrie aid, 
And guide me through the dreadful (hade* 

4 Though, in a bare and rugged way, 
Through devious, lonely wilds I ftray? 
Thy. bounty ihall my pains beguile ; 
The barren wildernefs ihall fmile* 

With fudden greens and herbage crown 9 d, 
And ftreams ihall murmur all around. 

AjbDisos, 

HYMN C\\ Firft Metre; 
Redeeming Love. 

i #^ OME, heavenly love, infpire my foifg 
V> With an imniortal flame ; 
And teach my heart, and teach my tongue, 
The Saviour's lovely frame. 

i The Saviour i O what endlefs charms 
Dwell in the blifsfiil found ! 
Its influence every fear difarms, 
And fpreads fweet comfort round* 



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$ Here pardon, life, and joys divine* 
In rich effufion flow, 
For guilty rebels, loft in fin, 
And doom'd to endlefs woe. 

4 God's only Son (ftupendous grace !) 

Forfobk his throne above ; 
And fwift, to fare our wretched race> 
He flew on wings of love. 

5 Th' Almighty Former of the ikies 

Stoop'd to our vile abode ; 
While angels view'd with wondering eyes. v 
And hail'd th'incarnate God. 

6 O the rich depths of love divine ! 

Of blifs a boundlefs ftore ! 
Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine, i 
I cannot wifh for more. 

7 On thee alone my hope relies ; 

Beneath thy crofs I fall ; 

My Lord, my life, my facrifice, 

My Saviour, and my all. - 

HYMN CVI. Second Metre. 

Unbelief lamented. 

1 "TTfTHEN darknefs long has veiPd my 

W mind, 

And fmiling day once more appears, 
Then, my Redeemer, then I find 
The folly of my doubts and fears. 

2 Straight I upbraid my wandering hcju*V 

And blufh that I fhould ever be 



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So prone to a<fl f® b^fe a part, 

And harbour one hard thought of the** 

x O ! let me then at length be taught, 
What ftill I am fo flow to learn, 
That God is love, and changes not, 
Nor knows the fh#dow of a turn. 

4 Sweet truth ! and eafy to repeat ! 

But when my faith is fharply try'd, 
I find myfelf a learner yet, 

Unfkilfal, weak, and apt to ilide. 

j But, O \ my Lord, one look from thee 
Subdues the difobedient will, 
Drives doubt and difcontent away, 
And thy rebellious worm is ftill. 

£> Thou art as willing to forgive, 
As I am ready to repine ; 
Thou, therefore, ail the praife receive ; 
Be fhame, and felf-abhorrence, mine. 

CowperJ 

HYMN CVII. Firft Metre. 
Encouragement to trufi and love God, Pf. xxxiv*. 
l r "p* ROUGH all the changing fcenes of life, 
I In trouble and in joy, 
The praifes of my God fhall ftill 
My heart and tongue employ. 

p Of his.deliverance I will boaft, 
Till all, who are diftreft, 
from my example comfort take, 
And charm thtir griefs to reft, 



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3 The hods of God encamp around 

, The dwellings of the juft ; 
Protection he affords to all 

Who make his name their truft. 

4 O make but trial of his love. 

Experience will decide 
How bleft are they, and only they, | 
Who in his truth confide. 

5 Fear him, ye faints, and you will then 

Have nothing elfe to fear ; 
Make you his fervice your delight ; 
Your wants (hall be his care. 

6 While hungry lions lack their prey, 

The Lord will food provide 
For them, that put their truft in him, 
And fee their needs fupply'd. 

Tate, 

HYMN CVIII. Thirty-fifth Metre. 

jigainft Hope, believing in Hope. Hab. iii. 17, I $. 
WAY, my unbelieving fear i 



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Let fear in me no more take place \ 
My Saviour doth not yet appear; 

He hides the brightnefs of his face ; 
But fhall I therefore let him go, 

And bafely to the tempter yield ? 
No, in the ftrength of Jefus, no ! 

I never will give up my fhield* 



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2 Although the vine its fruit deny, 

Although the olive yield no oil, 
The withering fig-tree droop and die> 

The field illude the tiller's toil ; 
The empty flail no herd afford, 

And perifh all the bleating race ; 
Yet I will triumph in the Lord, 

The God of my falvation praife. 

3 Away, each unbelieving fear ; 

Let fear to cheering hope give place ; 
My Saviour will at length appear, 

And fliow the brightnefs of his face. 
Though now my profpedb all be croft, 

My blooming hopes cut off I fee, 
Still I will in my Jefus truft, 

Whofe boundlefs love can reach to me, 

4 In hope, believing againft hope, 

His promis'd mercy will I claim ; 
His gracious word fhall bear me up, 

To feek falvation in his name : 
Soon, my dear Saviour, bring it nip*h ! 

My foul fhall then outftrip the wind ; 
On wings of love mount up on high. 

And leave the world and fin behind. 

HYMN CIX. Second Metre. 
Defpair prevented. 
I ' ORD, didft thou die, but not for me ? 
JLj Am I forbid to truft thy blood ? 
Haft thou not pardons, rich and free ? 
And grace, an overwhelming flood ? 
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Z Who then (hail drive my trembling foui 
From truft in thee to dark defpair ? 
Who has furvey'd the facred roll, 

And found my name not written there \ 

3 Prefumptuous thought ! to fix the bound. 

To limit mercy's fovereign reign ! 
What other happy fouls have found, 
I'll feek, nor (hall I feek in vain. 

4 I own my guilt, my fins confefs : 

Can men or devils make them more ? 
Of crimes already numberlefs, 

Vain the attempt to fwell the fcore. 

5 Were the black lift before my fight, 

While I remember thou haft dy J d, 
'■T would only urge my fpeedier flight, 
To feek falvation at thy fide. 

6 Low at thy feet I'll caft me down, 

To thee reveal my guilt and fear ; 

And, if thou fpurn me from thy throne, 

I'll be the firft who perifh'd there. 

HYMN CX. Twenty-firft Metre. 
The Rock of 4ges. Ifaiah xxvi. 4. 
OCK of Ages, flicker me; 



ROCK 
Let 



me hide myfclf in thee ! 
Let the water and the bloog!, 
From thy wounded fide which flow'd> 
Be of fin the double cure : 
Ckanfe me from its guilt and power, 



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t Not the labour of my hands 
Can fulfil the law's demands ; 
Could my zeal no refpite know, 
Could my tears for ever flow, 
All for fin could not atone ; 
Thou muft fave, and thou alone* 

3 Nothing in my hand I bring ; 
* Simply to thy crofs I cling ; 

Naked, come to thee for drefs, 
Helplefs, look to thee for grace 5 
Black, I to the fountain fly ; 
Wafh me, Saviour, or I die ! 

4 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
When my eye-firings break in deaths 
When I foar to worlds unknown, 
See thee on thy judgment throne 5 
Rock of Ages, fhelter me ; 

Let me hide myfelf in thee J 

Topladt, 

HYMN CXI. Second Metre. 
Remembering all the Way the Lord has led me. 
I r TP l HUS far my God has led me on, 
X And made his truth and mercy known^ 
My hopes and fears alternate rife, 
And comforts mingle with my fighs, 

3 Through this wide wildernefs I roam, 
Far diftant from my blifsful home ; 
Lord, let thy prefence be my flay, 
And guarcl me in this dangerous way, 



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j Temptations every where annoy, 

And fins and fnares my peace deltroy ; 
My earthly joys are from me torn, 
And oft an abfent God I mourn. 

4 My foul, with various tempefts tofs'd, 
Her hopes o'erturn'd, her projects crofs'd, 
Sees every day new ftraits attend, 
And wonders where the fcene will end. 

£ Is this, dear Lord, that thorny road, 
Which le^ds us to the mount of God ? 
Are thefe the toils thy people know, 
While in the wildernefs below ? 

6 'Tis even fo ; thy faithful love 

Doth all thy children's graces prove ; 
'Tis thus our pride and felf mull fall, 
That Jefus may be all in all. 

Fawcett, 

HYMN CXIT. Thirty-eighth Metre. 

Privileges of the Sons of God, 

i T>LESSED are the fons of God; ' 
Jtj They are bought with Jefws' blood } 
They are ranfom'd from the grave ; 
Life eternal they (hall have ; 
With them numb-r'd may we be, 
Now, and through eternity 1 

2 God did love them in his Son, 
Long before the world begun ; 
They the feal of this receive 
When on Jefus they believe : 



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With them numbered may we he, 
Now, and through eternity ! 

z They are jufttfy'd by grace,— 
Show the works of righteou/nefs ; 
Born of God, they cannot uh ; 
God's pure feed remains within : 
With them number'd may we be. 
Now, and through eternity I 

4 They have fellowfhip with God, 
Through the ; Mediator's blood : 
One with God, ehrough Jefus one, 
Glory is in them begun : 

With them number'd may we be, 
Now, and through eternity ! 

5 Though they fuffer much on eartlfc, 
Strangers to the worldling's mirth, 
Yet they have an inward joy, 
Pleafures which can never cloy : 
With them number'd may we be, 
Now, and through eternity 1 

6 They alone are truly feleft, 

Heirs of God, joint heirs with Chrift ; 
All their fins are wafh'd away, 
They ihall ftand in God's great day : 
With them number'd may we be, 
Now, and through eternity ! 

Humphreys* 



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HYMN CXII1. Fourth Metre. 
Jefus feen of Angels. I Tim. iii. 1-6. 
x f^\ YE immortal throng 

\J Of angels, round the throne, 
Join with «our feeble fong, 

To make the Saviour known : 

On earth yc knew 

His wonderous grace ; 

His beauteous face 

In heaven ye view. 

z Ye faw the heaven-born Child 
In human fleih array'd, 
benevolent and mild, 

While in the manger laid ; 
And praiie to God, 
And peace on earth, 
For fuch a birth, 
Proclaim'd aloud. 

3 Ye in the wildernefs 

Beheld s the tempter fpoil'd ; 
Well known in every drefs, 
In every combat foil'd ; 
And joy'd to crown 
The Vigor's head, 
When Satan fled 
Before his frown. 

£ Around the bloody tree 

Ye prefs'd with ftrong defire, 
That wonderous fight to fee, 
The Lord of life expire ; 



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And could your eyes 
Have known a tear, 
Had drop'd it there 
In fad furpvife. 

Around his facred tomb 

A willing watch ye keep* 
Till the bleft moment come 
To roufe him from his fleep p 
Then roll'd the ftone, 
And all ador'd 
Your rifing Lord, 
With joy unknown. 

When all array'd in light 

The fhining Conqueror rode, 
Ye hail'd his rapturous flight 
JLJp to the throne of God ; 
And wav'd around 
Your golden wings, 
And ftruck your ftringsy 
i* Gf fweeteft found. 

The warbling notes purfue, 

And louder anthems raife ; 
While mortals fmg with you 
Their own Redeemer's praife i- 
And thou, my heart, 
With equal flame, 
And joy the fame, 
Perform a part. 

Doddridge 



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HYMN CXIV. Seventh Metre 
Mekhifedei. 

1 TT ING of Salem, blefs my foul ! 
JnL Make a wounded fmner whole $ 
King of righteoufnefs and peace, 
Let not thy fweet vifits ceafe ! 

2 Come! refrefh this foul of mine 
With thy facred bread and wine 1 
All thy love to me unfold, 
Half of which cannot he told* 

3 Hail, Melchifedek, divine ! 

Thou, great High-Prieft, fhalt be mine ; 
All my powers before thee fall ; 
Not the tithe, Lord, take my all ! 

HYMN CXV. Firft Metre. 
Laying up Treofun in Heaven. 

1 X^ES, there are joys that cannot die* 

X With God laid up in ftore ; 
Treafures beyond the changing (ky, 
Brighter than golden ore. 

2 The feeds, which piety and love 

Have fcatter'd here below, 
In the fair fertile fields above 
To ample harvefts grow. 

3 The mite my willing hands can give. 

At Jefus* feet I lay ; 
Grace ihall the humble gift receive ; 
And grace at laft repay. 



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HYMN CXVI. Second Metre. 

Immutability of God. 

REAT Former of this various frame, 
Oar fouls adore thine awful name ; 
And bow and tremble, while they praife 
The Antient of eternal days. 

z Thou, Lord, with unfurpriVd furvey, 
Sirw'ft nature rifing yefterday ; 
And, as to-morrow, fn a 11 thine eye 
See earth and liars in ruin lie. 

3 Beyond a>i angel's viflon bright, 
Thou dwelPft in felf-exiftent light ; 
Which fhines with nnrdiramifh'd ray, 
While fans and worlds in fmoke decay, 

4 Our days a transient period run, 
And change with every circling fun 5 
And in the firmer! ftate we boaft, 

A moth can crufh us into duCt. 



But let the creatures fall around ; 
Let death confign us to the ground ; 
Let the lad general flame arife, 
And melt the arches of the flues : 

6 Calm as the furnmer's ocean, we 
Can all the wreck of nature fee, 
While grace fecures us an abode, 
Unfhaken as the throne of God. 

DOBBJUBGE* 

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HYMN CXVII. Second Mctfc. 
The Loving-kindnefs of the Lord. Ifaiah vi. 5,7^ 

1 A- WAKE, my foul, with joyful lays, 
jt\. And fing thy great Redeemer's pxaiifci 
He juftly claims a foag from me ; 

His loving-kindnefs, O how free T 

2 He faw me ruin'd in the fall, 

Yet lov'd me, notwithftandi'ng all ; 
He fav'd me from my loft eftate : 
His loving-kindnefs, O how great ! 

3 Though numerous hofts of mighty foes*' 
Though earth and hell my way oppofe, 
He fafcly leads my foul along : 

His loving-kindnefs, O how (Irong ! 

4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, 
Has gather'd thick, and thunder'd loud, 
He near my foul has always Hood ; 
His loving-kindnefs, O how good ! 

5 Often I feci my finful heart 
Prone from my Jefus to depart ; 
But though 1 have him oft forgot, 
His loving-kindnefs changes not ! 

6 Soon I mud pafs the gloomy vale, 
Soon all my mortal powers mufl fail ; 
Oh ! may my laft expiring breath 
His loving-kindnefs fmg in death ! 

7 Then let me mount and foar away 
To the bright world of endlefs day, 
And fing, with rapture and furpriie, 
His loving-kindnef* in the fkies* 



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HYMN CXV1II. Second Metre. 
Providence, 
ft *TpHY ways, O Lord, with wife defign, 
X Are fram'd upon thy throne above, 
And every dark or bounding line 
Meets in the centre of thy love. 

p With feeble light, and half obfcure, 

Poor mortals thy arrangements view. 
Not knowing that the leaft are fure, : 
And the myfterious,, juft and true. 

.3 Thy flock, thy own peculiar care, 

Though now they feem to roam uney'dj 
Are led or driven only where 
Tfiey bed and fafefl may abide. 

4 They neither know nor trace the way ; 
But, trufting to thy piercing eye, 
None of their feet to ruin ftray, 
Nor fhali the weakeft fail or die, 

g My favour'd foul fhall meekly learn 
To lay her reafoa at thy throne ; 
Too weak thy fecrets to difcern, 
I'll truft thee for my guide alone. 

HYMN CX1£. Firft Metre. 

The Blejjings of Providence and Grace. 

x A LMIGHTY Father, gracious Lord* 
JlJL Kind guardian of my days, - 
Thy mercies let my heart record 
In fongs of grateful praife* 



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2 Each rolling ye;ir new favours brought 

From tli; exhaultleis (tore ; 
Bat, ah ! in vain my labouring though: 
Would count thy mercies o'er. 

3 While fwee.t ^reflection, through my day* 

Thy bounteous hand would tra&e ; 
Still dearer -: claim my cxaifc — 

The bleffings of thy grace. 

4 Yes, I adore thee, gfaci&US Lord, 

For fkyoixts more divine ; 
Th/Lt I have known thy lac red word, 
Where all thy glories fliine. 

£ Lord, when this mortal frame decays, 
And every weaknefs dies, 
Complete the wonders of thy grace, 
And raife me to the fkies. 

6 Then (hall my joyful powers unite, 
in more e raited lays, 
And join the happy ions cf light 
In everlaitiiig praife. 

M&s. Steele* 

HYMN CXX. Second M«re. 

T.uft in God m Difficulty r 

i T" T£ T K Y, m y h e ar t , th c fe an :: i c U s c ares •? 
W Why thefe tumultous, fick'ning fears? 
Why thus, all penfive and forlorn, 
Doft thou, thy thickening troubles mourn ? 



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z When threatening dorms around thee rife 
And lowering tempefts fpread the fides, 
On God, my foul, thy burden eaft, 
And feek in him a peaceful reft, 

3 If falfehood and deceit abound, 
And envy's darts in fecret wound» 
If earthly fprings of comfort dry, 
And every blooming joy (hould die | 

4 Silent 1*11 bear thy chaftening rod, 
Thy juft difpleafure, O my God ! 
On thee Pil wait with eager eyes, 

To thee my prayer with hope fhall rife* 

5 Yes, I (hall hear thy cheering voice \ 
In thee my foul fhall yet rejoice ; 
Thou wilt reveal thy fmiling face, 
And hence thefe gloomy horrors chafe. 

6 Thou art my Saviour, thou my God ! 
Thy grace will I proclaim abroad ; 
That grace which bears my guilt away, 
And turns the blackeft night to day. 

HY&4N CXXI. Thirty-ninth Metre. 
The New Birth. 
I TTTAK'D by the gofpel's joyful found, 
V V My foul in guilt and thrall I found ? 
Expos ? d to endlefs woe ; 
Eternal truth did loud proclaim, 
The finner muft be born again. 
Or elfe to ruin go. 

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2 Surpris'd I was, but could not tell 
Which way to fhun the gates of hell, 

For tljey were drawing near ; 
I ftrove, indeed, but A\ in vain— 
The (inner muft be born again, 

Still founded in my ear. 

3 Then to the law I flew for help, 
But ftill the weight of guiit 1 fekj 

And no relief was found ; 

tie death eternal gave me pain — 
The (inner mull be Born again — 
JDid loud as thunder found. 

4 God's juftice now I did behold, 
And fin lay heavy on my foul- 
it was a heavy load ; 

J read my Bible, it was plain, 
[*he (inner muft be born again, 
Or fed the 

e I heard icrc.t tell how Chrift did give 
His Life to let thv live, 

him 1 c fee : 

This folemn tri dill remain, 

ih : (inner m ifl be lio, 

Or dwell in 

$ But as my foul with dying breath, 
Lay gafping in eternal death, 

Chrift Jefus I did fpy : 
Free grace and pardon he proclaimed; 
The finner now is Lorn again, 
With rapture I did cry. 



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7 The angels in the world above, 
And faints, are witnefs to the love 

Which then my foul enjoy'd ; 
My foul did mount upon faith's wing 4 
And glory, glory, I did ring, 

To Jefus Chrhi:, my Lord. 

8 Come, needy finners, hear me tell 
What love and grace in Jefus dwell. 

How mercy doth abound : 
JLet none of mercy doubting ftand, 
Since I the chief of finners am, 

And I have mercy found. 

9 Are you a fmner ? fo am I : 

It was for finners Chrift did die — 

His precious life laid down ; 
He is the all-atoning Lamb, 
For I the chief of finners am, 

And I have mercy found. 

io O come, the love of Jefus try; 
Repent, believe, and grace is nigh, 

His mercy will you erown : 
Defy the tempter, feek the Lamb, 
For I the chief of finners am, 

Yet I have mercy found. 

ti O eome to Jefus, finners all, 
And at his feet repenting fall ; 

He will not on you frown : 
Sinners, why will you doubting ftand, 
Since I the chief of finners am, 
Yet I have merey found. 

OCKUM 



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HYMN CXXII. Thirty-ninth Metre. 
The Sufferings of Chrlft. 
iHROUGHOUT the Saviour's life 



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trace 
Nothing but (liame and deep difgrace ; 

No period elfe is feen ; 
Till he a fpotlefs viclim fell, 
Tailing in foul a painful hell, 

Caus'd by the creature's fin. 

Z On the cold ground methinks I fee 
My Jefus kneel and pray for me ; 

For this I him adore : 
Seiz'd with a chilly fweat throughout, 
Blood-drops did force their pafl'age out, 

Through every opening pore. 

* The piercing thorns his temples bore, 
His back with lafhes all they tore, 

Till one the bones might fee ; 
Mocking they pulh'd him here and there, 
Marking his way with blood and tear, 
Prefs'd by the heavy tree. 

4. Thus up the hill he painful same, 

Round him they moek'd and made theii 
game ; 
At length his crofs they rear : — 
Ancl can you fee the mighty God, 
Cry ou* beneath fin's heavy load;, 
Without oae thankful tear ? 



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£ Thus, veiled in humanity, 

He dy'd in anguifh on the tree ; 

What tongue his grief can tell i 
The fliuddermg rocks their heads recline, 
The mourning fun refused to fhine, 
When the Creator fell. 

6 Thus was the fun in darknefs veil'd 
When Chrift upon the crofs was aail'd; 

The painful, curfed tree ; 
He figh'dj he groan'd, 'Tis finifh'd now. 
And then his glorious head did bow, 

And fhook Mount Calvary. 

7 Shout* brethren, fhout in fongs divine | 
He drank the gall to give us wine, 

To quench our parching thirii ; 
Seraphs, advance your voices higher, 
jBride of the Lamb, unite the choir, 

And laud thy precious Chrift. 

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HYMN CXXIII. Fortieth Metre. 
The Great Harveji* 

1 r TT 1 HE field it is white, the great harvefi 

JL is near, 
The reapers do all with fharp tickles appear; 
For to reap down the wheat, and gather it t© 
barn, {[burn* 

Whilft the wild plants of nature are left out to 

2 Come then, O my foul ! meditate on the day 
When all things of nature fliall fall to decay, 



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When the trumpet fhall found, and the ange| 

appears : [the tares. 

For to reap all the earth, both the wheat and 

3 Behold, the Lord cometh ■! before every eye f 
The glorious Redeemer moves on through the 

iky; 
In a chariot of fire to the earth he is bound, 
With his myriads of Angels attending around. 

4 Now hear the fad cry, which doth reach to 

the iky, 
Of thofe in diftrefs, who have no where to fly; 
To the rocks and the mountains, upon them 

to fall, [call. 

For to cover and hide them, in anguifh they 

5 In vain do they cry, iq,c the mountains they 

flee, [fhall be; 

The rocks drive like hailftones, and no more 
And the earth it doth fhake, and the feas they 

retire, 
And the folid world all is now kindling on fire. 

6 But hear the kind Judge, who, arnidft thefe 

alarms, [ mv arms, 

Saith, " Gather my faints ; bring them firft to 
" That the feven laft plagues may be pour'd 

out on thofe 
** Who blafphemed my name, and my faints 

did oppofe-" 



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j "Come hither, ye nations, your fentence re« 

ceive ; 
My Spirit no longer fhall drive, wait, and grieve, 
For my judgment, is clear, and my fentence is 

juft; ZsurJ." 

Now, Come hither, ye bleffed : depart hence, ye 

8 O (inner s, take warning ! regard not thefe 

words [Lord's ; 

As words of one mocking, for they are the 

And the men who do good in his kingdom 

fhall dwell, 
But they all who do ill, fhall be caft into helL 

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HYMN CXXIV. Firft Metre. 
Praife for the Hope of Grace. 

1 T SOJOURN in a vale of tears; 
X Alas ! how can I fing I 

My harp doth on the willows hang* 
Untun'd in every firing. 

2 My mufic is a captive's chain ; 

Harm founds my ears do fill ; 
How fhall I fing fweet Z ion's fongs 
On this fide Zion's hill. 

3 Yet* lo \ I hear a joyful found — 

Surely I'll quickly come ! 
Each word much fweetnefs doth dhtilj" 
Like a full honey- comb. 

4 And doft thou come, my deareft Lord ? 

And doft thou furely come ? 
And doft thou furely quickly come I 
Methinks I am at home. 



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5 Come, then, my deareft, deareft Lord* 

My fweeteft, fureft friend : 
Come, for I loath thefe Kedar-tents i 
The fiery chariot lend. 

6 What have I in this barren land ?" 

My Jeius is not here ; 
Mine eyes will ne'er be bleft Until 
My JefLis $oth appear. 

7 My Jefus is gone up to heaven 

To get a place for me ; 
For 'tis bis will, that where he is 
There ihould his fervanrs be. 

$ Canaan I view from Pifgah's top, 
Of Canaan's grapes 1 tafte ; 
My Lord, who fends unto me here, 
Will fend for me at lad. 

9 I have a God that chartgeth not ; 

Why mould I be perplext ? 
My God, that owns me in this world, 
Will own me in the next. 

jo Fear not the trump's earth-rending found; 
Dread not the day of doom : 
For he, my foul, who is thy judge, 
Thy Saviour is become. 

HYMN CXXV. Fifth Metre. 

Help In Time of Need. 

1 T TNLESS the Lord had been my fray, 
\^J With trembling joy my foul may fdj> 
My cruel foe had gain'd his end : 



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But he appear'd for my relief, 
And Satan fees, with ihame and grief, 
That 1 have an Almighty Friend- 

\ Oh ! 'twas a dark and trying hour, 
When, harafs'd by the tempter's power* 

I felt my ftrongeft hopes decline ! 
You only who have known his arts* 
You only who have felt his darts, 
Can pity fuch a cafe as mine. 

Loud in my ears a charge he read* 
My confcience witnefs'd all he faid, 

My long black lift of outward fin ; 
Then, bringing forth my heart to view, 
Too well what's hidden there he knew, 

He fhew'd me ten times worfe within* 

'Tis all too true, my foul replyM, 
But 1 remember Jefus dy ? d, 

And now he fills a throne of grace ? 
I'll go, as I have done before, 
His mercy I may ftill implore ; 

I have his promife, " Seek my face/'" 

5 But as, when fudden fogs arife, 
The trees and hills, the fun and fkies, 

Are all at once conceai'd from view £ 
So clouds of horror, black as night, 
By Satan rais'd, hid from my fight 

The throne of grace and promife too*. 



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6 Then, while befet with guilt and feat,' 
He try'd, to urge me to defpair ; 

He try'd arid he almoft prevail'd ; 
But Jefus, by a heavenly ray, 
Drove clouds, and guilt, and fear, away, 
And all the tempter's malice fail'd. 

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HYMN CXXVI. Sixth Metre. 

The Midnight Cry. 

1 "\7"E virgin fouls, arife ; 

X With all the dead awake ; 
Unto falvation wife, 

Oil in your vefTels take : 
Upflarting at the midnight cry, 
Behold your heavenly bridegroom nigh. 

2 He comes, he comes to call 

The nations to his bar, 
And take to glory all 

Who meet for glory are : 
Make ready for your free reward, 
Go forth with joy to meet your Lord* 

3 Go, meet him in the fky, 

Your everlafting friend : 
Your head to glorify, 

With all his faints afcend : 
Ye pure in heart, obtain the grace 
To fee, without a veil, his face. 

4 Ye that have here receiv'd 

The unclion from above, 



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And in his Spirit liv'd, 
And thirfted for his love ; 
Jefus fhall claim you for his bride £ 
Rejoice with all the fanctify'd, 

5 Rejoice in glorious hope 

Of that great day unknown, 
When you fhall be caught up 

To ftand before his throne ; 
.Call'd to partake the marriage-feaft, 
And lean on our ImmanuePs bread. 

6 Th.e everlafting doors 

Shall foon the faints receive, 
Above thofe angel powers 

In glorious joy to live ; 
Far from the world of grief and fin. 
With God eternally fhut in. 

7 Then let us wait to hear 

The trumpet's welcome found | 
To fee our Lord appear, 

May we be watching found ! 
Enrob'd in righteoufnefs divine, 
In which the bride fhall ever (bine. 

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HYMN CXXVIL Forty-fecond Metre. 
The New jferufaletn. 
I r X^HEIR fongs of love they fmg above^ 
JL And why not we like them f 
No tongue be dumb, for we are coixie f 
7?o th' New Jerusalem. 



1 36 The Lord's Songs, 

t All cloth'd in white, and finning bright* 
Garments of righteoufnefs ; 
Girdles of gold our loins do hold, 
And bind on fad our drefs. 

3 We Hand upon the vail ocean, 

The glairy, fisry fea ; 
The blood of Chrift, our Great High Prieft, 
The Spirit doth apply. 

4 We'll touch the golden harps of God, 

With wire immortal ftrong : 
And we will fing to our great King, 
We'll fing the Lamb's new fong. 

5 Thanks be to thee for tlv victory, 

We have obtain'd o'er fin : 
And, Father, thou haft made us more 
Than conquerors through him ! 

6 Glory to God the Father be, 

Glory to God the Son, 
Glory to God the Holy Ghoft, 
Glory to God alone. 

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HYMN CXXV1H. Forty-third Metre. 

The Prelude. 

I f~TH O you it is fpoken, ye virgins ; be watch- 

X ftn\ [to die ; 

And (Irengthen the things that are ready 

Your loins let be girded, your lamps trim'd 

and burning, [rng n - 

For fee, all around you proclaim, He it 



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2 Now tumult and dreadful commotions ase 

making, [flaughter prepare 5 

And kingdoms 'gainft kingdoms ^iire 

The powers ordained of heaven are fliaking, 

And men's anxious bofoms are troubled 

with fear. 

3 Great Babel, who, on many waters enthroned, 

Long faid in her heart, as a Queen I fhalj 

reign 5 [moan ?* er > 

Her merchants, now ftanding afar off, be- 

And, gnawing their tongues, cry, Alas, 
for her pain, 

$ The nations and kingdoms fixe ruled, now 
hate her ; [hire ; 

She's robb'd of her children, bereay 'd of her 
The wealth and the treafure fhe heaped to- 
gether, [with fire. 
Now ferve to confume her, and burn her 

5 The blood of the Martyrs and Saints is 

found in her 5 [her turn ; 

The cup that fhe fill'd now fhe drinks in 

Ye Heavens ? Apoftles, and Prophets, fhout 

o'er her, [mourn. 

Ye mighties of Babel, 'tis yours now to 

6 Her plagues and her forrows fhajl never be 

healed ; 
Her violence to Zion the Lord will repay $ 
In fire to confume her, he'll foon be 1 evealed, 
The fmoke of her torment fhall rife ag 

for aye. 

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1 38 The Lord*$ Songs, 

7 Then let her fupporters with trembling loofc 

forward ; 

The children of Z ion have nothing to fear; 

They look for a kingdom that cannot be 

fhaken, [is there. 

Their treafure, their hope, their protector, 

S Then watch ye, his fervants, for thefe are 

fure tokens ; [again ; 

He bids you obferve them — he'll foon be 

Be ftedfaft, unmoved, and know that your 

labour, 

To him and his people, ihall not be in 

vain, Humphreys* 

HYMN CXX1X. Firfl. Metre. 
The Kingdom of Heaven at Hand. 

1 "V\ EPENT, repent, reform, return : 
IV Ye fons of men, give ear ; 

Left threat'ned fackcloth clothe the fun, 
And th' moon her crimfon wear. 

2 Awake and mourn, O flumbering world ! 

The cries of fin prevail ; 
Juftice and truth forfake the earth, 
And intercefiprs fail. 



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Behold ! in vain the dreffer toils ; 

The founder melts in vain ; 
Nor mercies draw, nor judgments drive : 

What other means remain ! 

4 The Judge, whofe throne is fiery flame, 
And burning fire his wheels ; 



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By figns in heaven, the earth and feas, 
Th* approaching day reveals. 

5 (The Dragon's mortal wound is heal'd* 

His horn has fprung anew ; 
The world, all wondering after him, 
The witneffes fubdue. 

6 Rahab, array'd in fumptuous vefts, - ' 

And decVd with ihining things; 
Carefs'd by kings, as in her youth, 
She fits a Queen, and rings. 

7 In Ramah, lo ! a voice is heard, , > 

There Rachel vents her fighs ; 
Her children flain, her helpers gone, 
To heaven the fuiterer cries.) 

1 Becaufe there's wrath, O men, beware : 
Your fearful, fiery doom, 
Noiv of a long time linger eth not : 
Flee from the wrath to come. 

9 To-day if you his voice will hear, 
The Saviour's voice obey; 
To-day you fliall his grace receive, 
But not the coming day. 

20 Will nothing move your precious fouls? 
Not Chriit with all his charms, 
Nor gracious invitations, move 
You to his bleffed arms ? 
j x The Spirit and the bride fay, come : 
Come, let the hearer fay : 
Let weary, thirjty finners come : 
T© Jefus come away, 



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12 Then fliall the everlafting arms 
Be underneath you fpread, 
While, on the bleffed Saviour's breafy 
In peace your fouls are laid. 

%$ When he was nailed on the crofs, 
Father, he cry'd, forgive : 

L E'en then his bowels yearn'd for you t 
O Sinners 1 hear and live. 



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HYMN CXXX. Firft Metre. 

* TV/T Y f ° ul d ° th ma § nif 7 thc L °rdt 
_I.VX My fpirit doth rejoice 
In God, my Saviour and my God j 
I hear his joyful voice. 

t I need not go abroad for joy, 
Who have a feaft at home ; 
My fighs are turned into fongs, 
The Comforter is come. 

3 Down from above, the bleiTed Dove 

Is come into my breaft, 
To witnefs God's eternal love ; 
This is my heavenly feaft. 

4 This makes me Abba, Father, cry, 

With confidence of foul ; 
Jt makes me cry, My Lord, my God, 
And that without controul. 



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5 There is a ftream that iflues forth 
From God's eternal throne, 
And from the Lamb a living ftream, 
Clear as the cryftal ftone. 

€ This ftream doth water Paradife ; 
It makes the angels fing : 
One cordial drop revives my heart ; 
Hence all my joys do fpring : 

7 Such joys as are unfpeakable, 

And full of glory too^ 
Such hidden manna, hidden pearls, 
As worldlings do not know. 

8 Eye hath not feen, nor ear hath heard j 

From fancy ? tis conceal'd ; 
What thou, Lord, haft laid up for thine? 
And haft to me reveal'd, 

9 I fee thy face, I hear thy voice, 

I tafte thy fweeteft love ; 
My foul doth leap ; but O fpr wings 1 
The wings of Noah's dove. 

10 Then fhould 1 fiy far hence away, 
Leaving this world of fin ; 
Then fhould my Lord put forth his hand. 
And kindly take me Jn. 

■i 1 Then fhould my foul with angels feaft 
On joys that always laft ; 
Blefs'd be my God, the God of joy, 
Who giyes me here a tafte. 



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HYMN CXXXL Forty-fourth Metre. 

The Sinner 1 s Amazement. 
1 T READ that fins are clouds, 

X When vengeance-florms have fell ; 
But this is that I wonder at, 
That I am out of hell. 

t Sure there are thofe in hell, 

Who never have deferv'd 
In hell to lie, fo much as I, 

And yet I am preferv'd. 

3 My fins have proudly fcorn'd, 
My fins have boldly dar'd 

The God of might, with much defpite, 
And yet my foul is fpar'd. 

4 At our firft parents' breach, 
Pale death came rufhing in : 

The angels fell from heaven to hell, 
Prefs'd with the weight of fin. 

5 The Sodomites cry prevail'd ; 
Hell could no longer (lay, 

But lo ! there came a fulphurous flame, 
And met them by the way. 

6 When Korah did rebel, 
Earth would not be his flave 

To bear his weight ; but open'd ftraighj, 
And was his willing grave. 

9 When Ifrael did corrupt 

The air with murmuring breath, 



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It did rebound, and gave a wound* 
And that was preient death. 

S The whole creation groans* 
Sin's wrecks the world do fill ; 

It empties rooms, to furnifh tombs> 
Yet I am living (till. 

9 That miracles are ceas'd, 

Some confidently tell : 
But I do know it is not fo, 

Whilft I am out of hell. 

Masok* 

HYMN CXXXIi. Second Metre, 
The Sinner's Hope. 

1 TT^HO knows but fuch a one as I 

V V May grace and mercy fiod J 
I hear, the God of Ifrael 
Is merciful and kind. 

2 Had he been pleas'd to torture me 

With everlafting bands, 
He might have done it long ago, 
Who had me in his hands. 

3 I do not hear the trumpet found, 

To call me to his bar ; 
The proofs and patterns of his grace 
Forbid me to defpair. 

4 Defpair is fuch a fin of fins, 

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Whilft ether fins hell's ways do pare r 
This bars the gates of heaven. 

5 Ceafe then thy murmurings, O my fou2, 

-And filently attend 
To^h* founding bowels of a Chrift, 
Who is the Tinner's friend. 

6 He does not fay, Depart from me 

Into eternal fire ; % 
But, Come into my open bread, 
Where weary fouls retire. 

7 The trembling wretch who touch'd his hem,, 

But feard an heavy doom, 
Receiv'd a cure and bleffing too, 
And went rejoicing home. 

8 The Prodigal deferv'd, and far'd, 

Worfe than the fwine he fed ; 
But found a mirthful feaft at home r 
Who only afk'd for bread. 

9 Heaven loofc'd upon the publican, 

Who was btrw'd down with fhame ; 
Mercy he caird, which foon appear'd, 
And anfwer'd to its name. 

io My fms are mighty fins indeed, 
But I have underffood, 
Great fms are foils, which do enhance 
The price of faving blood. 

*i My foul has many ghaflly wounds* 
Yet will I not defpair, 
Whilft there is balm in Gilead, 
And a phyfician there. 



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HYMN CXXXIII. Thirty-feventh Metre, 
Admiring Divine Mercy. 
i TTTHAT line can fathom, Lord, 
V V Thy rich and wonderoiis grace i 
Your praifing fongs record, 
Ye faints, in every place : 
Blefs God, my foul, even unto death, 
And write a fong for every breath. 

2 Hell was my proper hire, 

Who long was Satari's flave, 
Fit fuel for the fire ; 

But God delights to fave : 
Blefs God, my foul, even unto death,; 
And write a fong for every breath. 

3 Vile prodigals may not 

Acceptance with him fear $ 
No figh was e'er forgot ; 
God bottles every tear : 
Blefs God, my foul, even unto death 9 
And write a fong for every breathe 

4 My fins were rlfmg high, 

I finking into hell ; 
Free mercy then drew nigh, 

And caught me as I fell t 
Blefs God, my foul, evert unto deaths 
And write a fong for every breath. 

5 Cherubs cannot exprefs 

Such love, N which ne'er decays i 
What can my foul do lefs, 
Than love him all my days ? 





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Elefs God, my foul, even unto death, 
And write a long for every breath. 



HYMN CXXXIV. Firfl Metre. 
Chr'tjl the IVelLbdo<vcd. 

ONE but a jefus, none but he ! 
He is the chiefeft good ; 
My Jefus is the apple tree, 
And others, barren wood. 



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-2 He is the fiiadow from the heat 
Of conicicnce, wrath and hell ; 
He is the manna, heavenly meat, 
Which feeds his Ifrael. 

3 I fat rejoicing in time paft, 

Under his cooling (hade : 
His fruit was fweet unto my tafte ; 
O what a feaft I made ! 

4 Unto his houfe of banqueting, 

He caus'd me to remove ; 
And o'er my head abroad he fpread 
The banner of his love. 

5 To (lay me, cordial ffaggons give, 

With apples comfort me ; 
I faint, for 1 am fick of love ; 
Let me fuftained be. 

6 His left hand underneath my head* 

For my fupport, is plac'd ; 



A ColleBlon. 

And to his bofom I am laid, 
By his right hand embrac'd. 



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7 O Salem's daughters, you I charge, 
Both by the roe and hind, 
Ye do not Air, nor wake my loye, 

UrflKl it be his mind. A. 

HYMN CXXXV. Firft Metre. 
27*? Voice of my Beloved. 
I T\/TY well-beloved's voice I hear ; 
JLVX With joy my heart it fills ; 
Leaping he comes on mountains high. 
And (kipping on the hills. 

My well-beloved comes in hade, 

Like a fwift-fo«fced roe ; 
Nay, my beloved flies fo faft, 

Young hart did never fo. 

3 Behind our wall, lo ! he doth ftand, 
He's at our window feen ; 

He fhews himfelf fo near at hand, 
There's but a fafh between. 

4 He fpake (it was the voice well known) 
And thus to me did fay : 

4i Rife up, my love, my faireft one, 
Make hafte, and come away. 

" Kind gales fucceed the ftormy Waft, 

Th' inviting fpring comes on. 
For, lo ! the wintry feafon's pa ft, 
The raiit is o'er and gone. 



X4-S The Lord's Sengs, 

6 " The flowers upon the earth appear j 

The birds begin to ling ; 

The people of our land do hear 

The turtle's murmuring. 

7 " Green figs upon the trees are grown ; 

'Young grapes their fmell difplay : 
Rife up, my iove, rrrV faireft one, 

Make hafte, and come away." A. 

KYMN CXXXV1. Firft Metre. 
My Soul follows hard after thee. 
X T SOUGHT my well-beloved one, 
X I fought him on my bed ; 
1 fought him, but I found him not- 
Cold prayers do never fpeed. 

2 I will arife and feek my Lord, 

Go out while yet 'tis night ; 
Will fearch the ftrects, the city round, 
To find my foul's delight. 

3 Where fhall I go ! I'm loft in fhades ! 

The guides I muft attend ; 
Y r e watchmen ! who the city keep, 
Saw ye my deareft friend ? 

4 My Lord, my love* my foul's delight* 

Canft thou the foul forfake, 
That follows thee with reftlefs cries* 
Longing to overtake ? 



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; My foul purfues hard after thee ; 
Hear thou my mournful cry ; 
He hears, he meets me in the way, 
He anfwers, u Here am I !" 

A, 

HYMN CXXXVIL Second Metre. 
Chrtft the Apple Tree. 

THE tree of life my foul hath feen, 
Laden with fruit, and always green $ 
The trees of nature fruitlefs be, 
Compar'd with Chrifl, the apple tree. 

2 His beauty doth all things excel : 
By faith I know, but ne'er can tell, 
The glory which I now do fee 
In Jefus Chri/i, the apple tree. 

3 For happinefs I long have fought, 
And pleafure dearly I have bought $ 
I mifs'd of all, but now 1 fee 

*Tis found in Chrift, the apple tree. 

I'm wearied with my former toil ; 
Here I will fit and reft awhile ; 
Under the fhadow I will be 
Of Jefus Chrijiy the apple tree. 

W^th great delight I'll make my flay 5 
There's none fhall fright my foul away ;■ 
Among the fons of men I fee 
There's none like Chrij}, the apple tree, 

O 2 " 



35$ The Lord's Sengs, 

6 I'll fit and eat this fruit divine ; 
It cheers my heart like fpiced wine ; 
None but this fruit is fweet to me, 
Which grows on Chrift, the apple tree. 

•j This fruit doth make my foul to thrive ; 
It keeps my dying faith alive ; 
Which makes Hiy foul in hafteto be 
With Jefus Ckrtft, the apple tree. 

HYMN CXXXVIII. Firft Metre. 
The Sinner's Fears* 
I A LA S ! for I have feen the Lord ; 
JLjl. With a drawn fword he flood : • 
Now might he fheaih it in my fkfh, 
And bathe it in my blood. 

t I've dar'd him with my mighty fins, 
As if he was too flow •, 
But now he comes, both arm'd and gl 
Like an enraged foe. 

3 What fhall a guilty finner do, 

When jufrice doth appear ? 
O whither fhall I flee from him 
Whofe place is every where ? 

4 As I can neither ft and nor fly ; 

So neither can I bear 
v> The mighty hand which grinds the roctcs , 
And doth foundations tear. 

5 Should he butyhis commiffion grant, 

AH creatures would engage 



A Collection. Iff 

Againft me as their common foe, 
With an united rage. 

§ My fears are juft, I've deferv'd hell, 
And 'tis my proper hire ; 
But who can dwell — O who can dwell 
J With everlafting fire ! 

HYMN CXXXIX. Firfl Metre. 
The Coronation of Chrijl. Cant. iii. 1 1« 
i A LL hail, the power of Jefus' name \ 
JTjL Let angels profirate fall : 
Bring forth the royal diadem, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

2 Crown him, ye martyrs of our God, 

Who from the altar call ; 
Extol the ftefti of jefTe's rod, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

3 Ye chofen feed of Ifrael's race, 

A remnant weak and fmall, 
Hail him who fav'd you by his grace ; 
And crown him Lord cf all. 



4 Ye Gentile finners, ne'er forget 

The wormwood and the gall : 
Go, fpread your trophies at his feet, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

5 Babes, men and fires, who know his love? 

Who feel your fin and thrall, 

Now joy with ail the holts above, 

"And crown him Lord of all, 



x$z The Lord's Songs, 

6 Let every kindred, every tribe, 

On this tcrreftrial ball, 
To him all majefty aicribe, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

7 Let all creation join their tongues. 

At once before him fall, 

And fhcut, in univerfal fongs, 

The crowned Lord of all. 

HYMN CXL. Twenty-feventh Metre. 
The Banner of Love. 

X "\/^T^^ have empire, fovereign fway, 
V V Believers once did piove ; 
Pagan foes were forc'd to fay, 

" See how thefe Chriftians love !" 
Wav'd the banner of the crofs, 

There the power of God to prove ; 
Chriflians counted all but lofs, 
And prov'd the power of love ; 

t ProvM how bands of dying love 

The hearts of men could draw; 
How the wifdom from above 

Could give the woild the law : 
More than conquerors ! more than palms. 

Robes of white to them were given, 
Who on earth could ufe the arms, 

And bear the flag, of heaven. 

3 Glorious fhall our banner wave ! 
Ourielves its trophies are ; 
This to us oar Captain gave ; 
His glory \vc ihall fbai g : 



A Cvlledion. 153 

Share his fufferings ! fhare his reign ! 

Two-fold glory is the prize ! 
Crofs and crown we each ihall gain, ^ 

Our victory certain is 1 

Clouds ofwitneffes furround ; 

Our enfign fee difplay'd ; 
See our brethren viciors crown'd, 

Our Captain perfect made ! 
Raife again your ftandard high, 

Christian foldiers ! worthy prove ; 
Force th'apoftate world to cry, 

See how true Chriftians love ! 



HYMN CXLL Seventh Metre. 
Pleading Chrijl. Pfalm lxxxiv. 9. 

1 YJ ATHEPv, God, who feeft in mc~ 
V Only fin and mifery, 

Turn to thy Anointed One, 
Look on thy beloved Son. 

2 Turn from me thy glorious eyes 
To his bloody facrifice ; 

Him, and then the finner, fee ; 
Look through Jefus Chrift on me, 

3 Am I thine, thou Son of God ? 
Take the purchafe of thy blood 5 
Now the ftone to fiefh convert ; 
Caft a look, and meit my heart. 



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154 The Lord's Songs, 

4 Father, anfwer from above ; 
Is not all thy nature love ! 
Pity from thine eye let fall ; 
Blefs me whilft on thee I call. 

5 Join'd with Chrift, I cannot fail ; 
Let me now with thee prevail ; 
And if mine, through him, thou art, 
Speak thy mercy to my heart. 

6 Hear his blood's prevailing cry ; 
Let thy bowels then reply ! 
Then through him the iinner fee ; 
Then, in Jeius, look on me ! 

7 Lord, I cannot let thee go, 
Till a bleffing thou beitow ; 
Hear my Advocate divine, 
Lo ! to his, my fuit 1 join. 

8 Heavenly Father, Lord of all, 
Hear, a.i\dJJjo<w thou hear'ft my call ; 
Bow thine ear, in mercy bow, 
Smile on me a finncr now ! 



HYMN CXLIL Third Metre. 
The Angel Lord. 

i r-pHOU very Pafchal Lamb, 

X Whofe blood for us was fhed, 
Through whom we out of Egypt came, 
Thy ranfonVd people lead ! 



A Collefiion. 155 

$ Angel of gofpel-grace, 

Fulfil thy character ; 
To guard and lead thy chofen race, 

In Ifrael's camp appear. 

3 Throughout the defert way 
Conduct us by thy light ! 

Be thou a cooling cloud by day, 
A cheering fire by night. 

4 Our fainting fouls fuftain 
With bleffings from above, 

And ever on thy people rain 
The manna of thy love. 

Wesley. 

HYMN CXLIII. Second Metre. 
At Meeting. 
% JT INDRED in Chrift, for his dear fake, 
j\_ A hearty welcome here receive ; 
May we together now partake 
The joys which only he can give I 

2 To you and us by grace 'tis given 

To know the Saviour's precious name ; 
And fhortly we lhall meet m heaven, 
Our hope, our way, our end, the fame. 

3 May he, by whofe kind care we meet, 

Send his good Spirit from above, 
Make our communications fweet, 
And camfe our hearts to burn with love ! 



156 The Lord's Swigs, 

4 Forgotten be each worldly theme, 

When Chriftians fee each other thus ; 
We only wi(h to fpeak of him 

Who liv'd, and dy'd, and reigns, for us. 

5 We'll talk of all he did and faid, 

And fufferd for us here below ; 
The path he mark'd for us to tread, 
And what he's doing for us now. 

6 Thus, as the moments pafs away, 

We'll love and wonder and adore ; 
And batten on the glorious day, 

When we fhall meet to part no more. 

Newton; 

HYMN CXLIV . Firft Metre. 

i fT^ KRO' thee we now together camei 
X 1" hnglenefs of heart ; 
We met, O jefus, in thy name, 
And in thy name we part. 

% We jpait in body, not in mind; 
Our minds continue one ; 
While, each to each through Jefus joined; 
We hand in hand go on. 

3 By hoi d in g I h r e , o u r fe d eral head, 
ScatteVa o'er diftant lands, 
We're yet one body and one bread, 
Compact by joints and bands 



A Colkftion. r$f 

4 Subnft as in us all one foul, 

No power (hall make us twain ; 
And mountains rife, and oceans :oIl, 
To fever us> in vain* 

5 Prefent we dill in Spirit are* 

And intimately nigh ; 
While, on the wings of Faith and Prayer, 
We each to other fly. A, 



HYMN GXLV. Firft Metre. 

The Jams Subjzfi. 
LEST be the dear, uniting love* 
That will not let Us part ; 
Our bodies may far off remove, 
Still we are jcin'd in heart. 



'B 



2 Join'd in one fpirit to our head, 

Where he appoints we go ; 
And ftill in Jefus' footfteps tread* 
And do his work below. 

3 Partakers of the Saviour's grace, 

The fame in mind and heart % . 
Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place, 
Nor life nor death can part. 

4 O may we ever walk with him, 

And nothing know befide ; 
Nothing defire, nothing efteem 5 
But Jefus crucified ! 

p 



i$S The Lord's Songs, 

5 Gofer and clofer let us cleave 

To his belov'd embrace ; 
Expecl his fulnefs to receive, 
And grace to anfwer grac£. 

6 And let us haften to the day, 

Which (hall our fle(h reftore : 
When death (hall all be done away, 
And bodies part no more. 

A. 

HYMN CXLVI. Second Metre. 
At the Ordination of a Mitvjler. 

1 T^ ATHER of Mercies ! in thy hoirfc 
JL We pay our homage and our vows ; 
Whilft with a grateful heart we fhare 
Thefc pledges of our Saviour's care. 

2 The Saviour, when to heaven he rofe, 
In fplendid triumph o'er his foes, 
Received gifts for men below, 

And wide his royal bounties flow. 

3 Hence fprang xh'apojlks' honour'd name, 
Sacred beyond heroic fame ; 

Hence dictates the prophetic fage, 
And hence the evangelic page. 

4 In lower forms, to blefs ©ur eyes, 
Pajiors from hence and teachers rife. 
Who, though with feebler rays they i 
Still mark a long-extended line. 



A Colleflien. 159 

5 From Chrift their varied gifts derive, 
And, fed by him, their graces live ; 
Whilft, guarded by his potent hand, 
Amidft the rage of hell they ftand, 

6 So= fhaU the bright fucceffion run, 
Through all the courfes of the fun ; 
Whilft unborn churches, by their care, 
Shall rife and flourilh large and fair. 

7 Jefus, our Lord, their hearts fhall know— 
The fpring whence all thefe bleilings flow % 
paftors and people ihout his praife, 
Tirougk the long round of endlefs days. 

DoddkidgEo 

HYMN CXLVIL Second Metre. 
Lave Suffering and Reigning. 

1 *^*TO W let our faith grow ftrong and rife? 
j.^1 And view our Lord in all his love ; 
Look back to hear his dying cries. 

Then mount and fee his throne above, 

Z If we behold his bleeding heart, 

There love in floods of forrow reigns ; 
He triumphs o'er the killing fmarfc, 
And feals our pleafure with his pains, 

2 Or if we climb the eternal hills 

Where the dear Conqueror fits enthroa'd^ 
Still in his heart companion dwells, 
Near the memorials of his wound. 



160 The Lord's Songs , 

4 How fhall vile pardon'd rebels fhow 

HcAv much they love their dying God ? 
Lord, here we banifh every foe, 

And hate the fins that cod his blood. 

5 Commerce no more we hold with ^.ell; 

Our deareft lulls Hull all depart ; 
But let thine image ever dwell 
Stampt as a ieal on every heart. 

Watts 

HYMN CXLVI1I. Fh ft Metre. 
The Exulkr.cy of ihe Scrips \ 

1 T^ATHER of Mercies ! in thy- word 
Xj What endleis glory fhines 1 
Forever bt thy name ador'd, 

For thefe celeftiai lines. 

2 Here may the wretched fons of want 

Exhauftlefs riches find ; 
Treaiures beyond what earth can grant, 
And laiting as the mind. 

3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, 

And yields a free re pa ft ; 
§ublimer fruits than nature knows 
Invite the longing tafte. » 

4, Here the Redeemer's welcome voice 
Spreads heavenly peace arouad ; 
A-d life and everlafting joys 
Attend the bliisful found. 



A Collection. 161 

5 may thefe heavenly pages be 

Our ftudy and delight ; 
And ftill new beauties may we fee, 
And ftill increafing light. 

6 Divine Inftru&or, gracious Lord, 

Be thou forever near ; 
Teach us to love thy facred word, 
And view our Saviour there. 

Mrs. Steele* 

HYMN CXLIX. Firft Metre. 
Extent of GhrijTs Kingdom. Ifaiah ii, I — 5. 
I g~\ 'ER mountain tops the mount of G©d 
\J In latter days fhall rife, 
Above the fummit of the hills, 
And draw thi wondering eyes. 

% To this the joyful nations round, 

All tribes and tongues, fhall flow ; 
Up to the mount of God, they fay, 
And to his houfe, we'll go. 

3 The beams that fhine from Zion's hill, 

Shall brighten every land ; 
The King, who reigns in Salem's towers. 
Shall the whole world command. 

4 Among the nations he (hall judge ; 

His judgment, truth fhall guide ; 
His fceptre fhall protect the juft, 
And erufh the finner's pride. 

p 2 



1 6,2. The LorcCs Songs, 

5 No war fhall rage, nor hoftile ftrife 

Difturb thofe happy years ; 
To ploughihares men (ball beat their f words, 
To pruning-hooks their ipears. 

6 No longer, hod, encountering hod, 

Shall heaps of ilain deplore ; 
They'll lay the martial trumpet by, 
And ftudy war no m< 

Scotch Paraphrases. A. 

HYMN CL. Fir ft Metre. - 
Character of Chnf.. Lai ah xlii. 
i ^T^HUS %ith the Lord, who built the 
X And bade the planets mil ; [heavens, 
Who peopled all the climes of earth, 
And form'd the human foul : 

2 M Behold my fervant ; fee him rife, 

Exalted in my migh: ! 
Him have I chofen, and in h 
I place my foul's delight. 

3 " On him, in rich effufion pour'd, 

My Spirit ft ad ; 

My truth and judgment he fhall fhow 
To earth's remoteft end. 

4 " Gentle and ftill fhall be his voice, 

No ftrifes from him proceed ; 
The fmoking Rax he ihall not quench, 
Nor break. the braifed reed. 



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5 " The feeble fpark to flame he'll raife; 

The weak will not defpife ; 
Judgment fhall he bring forth to truth, 
And make the fallen rife. 

6 "Theprogrefs of his zeal artdpower 
* Shall never know decline ; 

Till foreign lands and diftant ifles 
Receive the law divine." 

Scotch Paraphrases. 

HYMN CLI. Firft Metre. 
Chrifis Humiliation. Ifaiah liii. 

1 r I ^ HE Saviour comes ! no outward pomp 

JL Befpeaks his prefence nigh ; 
No earthly beauties in him fhine, 
To draw the carnal eye. 

2 Like as a tender plant, or root, 

Amidft the defert grows ; 
So, flighted and defpis'd of men, 
The heavenly Saviour rofe. 

3 They view'd him as condemned by Heaven* 

An outsail fiom his God -, 
While for their fms he groan' d and bled, 
Beneath his Father's rod. 

4 With finners in the duft he lay, 

The rich a grave fupply'd ; 
# Becaufe, unfpotted was his life, 
Unflarfd by fin he dy'd. 



164 T^ e Lord's Songs 9 

5 His foul, rejoicing, fiiall behold 
The pur chafe of his pain ; 
And every (inner by him fav'd 
Shall blefs Meffiah's reign. 

$ As thus he bare the people's fin, 
So they ihali be forgiven ; 
He died to fm, but lives to God, 
And intercedes in heaven. 

^corcH Paraphrases. A, 

HYMN CLII. Firft Metre. 
The Invitation. Ifiiah lv. 
; M TTO,yo that thirflt! approach the fpring, 
X JL V/Lc>e living wa:eis flow \ 
Free to tlr.it facred fountain all 
Without a price may go. 

2 " How long to ftreams of falfir delight 

Will ye in crowds repair ? 
How 1 d fubftance wafte 

On trifles light as air ? 

3 tf My (lores afford thofe rich fupplics, 

That health and pleafure give ; 
Incline your ear, and come to me ; 
Hear, and your foul fhall live. 

4 " With you a covenant 1 WiU make, 

i at ever fhall endure ; 
The hepe that gladden'd David's heart# 
■. •- mercy hath made fure- 



A Colleftion* i$$ 

5 " Behold, he comes, your Leader comes, 

With might and honour crown'd ! 
A witnefs who fhall fpread my name 
To earth's remoteft bound. 

6 "A nation haftens to thy call, 

Unknown to thee, before ; 
Nations (hall come who k&ew not thefc, 
And Israel's God adore," 

Scotch Paraphrases. A. 

HYMN CLI1I, Fir& Metre. 
Repentance and Pardon* Ifaiah I v. 

1 ' ET miners leave their wicked ways* 
jL j Their evil thoughts forego ; 

The Lord, to whom they (hall return, 
Returning grace will fhow. 

2 He'll pardon with o'erflowing love j 

For, hear the voice divine ; 
«« My nature is not like to yours, 
Nor like your ways are mine. 

3 " But, far as heaven's refplendent orbs 

Beyond this earth extend, 
So far my thoughts, fo far my ways, 
Your thoughts and ways tranfcend. 

4 " Like as the fhowers from heaven diftil, 
Nor thjther rife again, 

But fwell the earth with fruitful juice, 
And all its tribes fuftain j 



t66 The Lord's Songs, 

5 * k 3o, not a word that goes from me, 

Shall ineffectual fall ; 

But univerfal nature prove 

Obedient to my call. 

6 " Where briers grew, in barren wilds, 

Shall firs and myrtles fpring ; 
AnJ nature, through her utmott bounds, 
Eternal praiies Bug." 

■Scotch Paraphrases. Ac 



HYMN CLIV. Firft Metre. 
The Building of God. 2 Cor. v. r. 
OON fhall our earthly faoufc diiTjlve* 
This frame in ruins He ; 
But better mansions wait the juft, 
Prepaid above the Iky. 



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2 An houfe eternal, built by God, 

Shall lodge the holy mind, 
When once the prifon-walls are broke* 
In which 'tis now confin'd. 

3 Such are the hopes that cheer the juft; 

'f hefe hopes their God hath given j 
His Spirit is the earned now, 

And feals their fouls for heaven. 

4 What now in hope affords fuch joy, 

We long and pant to fee ; 
We would be abfent from the flefh, 
/ind prefent, Lord, with thee ! 

Scotch Paraphrases. 



A Cotteftion. i6f 

HYMN CLV. Second Metre. 

Sinai and Ziori. 

t H^ HE God who once to Ifrael fpoke, 
JL From Sinai's top, in fire and irhoke^ 
In gentler ft rains of gofpel grace, 
Invites us now to leek his face. 

2 He wears tio terrors on his brow ; 
He fpeaks in love from Zion now : 
It i£ the voice of Jems' blood, 

That calls us wanderers back to God. 

3 God's fervanf, Mofes, quak'd and fear'd, 
When Sinai's thundering law he heard - 9 
But reigning grace, with accents mHd, 
Speaks to the miner as a child. 

4 Hark, how from Calvary it founds, 
From the Redeemer's bleeding wounds y 
M Pardon and grace I freely give : 
Poor iinner, look to me and live." 

5 What other arguments can move 
The heart that flights a Saviour's love ? 
O may Almighty Power con (train, 
That grace may not be preach' d in vain. 

6 Elfe, how fliall we his prefence bear, 
When as our Judge he (hall appear ? 
When flighted love to wrath iliall turn, 
And the whole earth like Sinai burn I 

NfiWTQX. A- 



1 68 The Lord's Songs y 

HYMN CLVL Firft Metre. 
Love to Cbrijl* 

1 * P\0 not I love thee, cleared Lord I 

\ 3 Behold my heart, and fee ; 
And turn each worthlefs idol out, 
That dares to nval thee. 

2 Is not ihy name melodious ftill, 

To my enraptured ear ? 
Doth not my pulfe with pleafure beat, 
My Saviour's voice to hear ? 

3 Haft thou a lamb in all thy flock, 

I would difdain to feed ? 
Haft thou a foe before whole face 
I fear thy caufe to plead \ 

4 Would not my ardenc fpirit vie 

With angels round thy throne, 
To execute thy faciei will, 
And make thy glory known ? 

5 Would not my heart pour out its blood, 

In honour of thy name \ 
And challenge the cold hand of death, 
To damp th* immortal flame ? 

6 Thou know'ft I love thee, O my Lord ; . 

Buc how I long to ibar 
Above the fphere of mortal joys, 
And learn to love thee more. 

Doddridge. 



A Colkdion. 169 

HYMN CLVII. Third Mttre, 
Compajjion and Forgivenefs. 

1 ' " HEAR the voice of woe ! 
A I hear a brother's figh I 

Then let rny heart with pity flow. 
With tears of lave, mine eye. 

2 I hear the thirfty cry ! 
The hungry beg for bread ! 

Then let my fpring its dream fappiy* 
My hand its bounty fhed. 

3 The debtor humbly fues, 
Who would, but cannot pay ; 

And fhall I lenity refufe, 
Who need it every day ? 

4 Shall not my wrath relent, 
Touch'd by that humble itrain — 

My brother crying, " I repent, 
Nor will offend again ?" 

5 If not, how fhall I dare 
Appear before thy face, 

Great God, and how prefent the prayer 
For thy forgiving grace ? 

6 They who forgive, (hall find 
Remiffion, in that day, ' 

When all the merciful and kind 
Thy pity fhall repay. 

Q 



170 The Lord's Scpgs> 

7 But all who here below, 

Mercy refufe to grant, 
Shall judgment without mercy know, 

When mercy moft they want. 

Enfield* 

HYMN CLVIII. Second Metre. 
Time. 

1 y^l OD of eternity, from thee 

VJT Did infant time its being draw ; 
Minutes and days, and months and years, 
Revolve by an unvaried law. 

2 Silent and flow they glide away ; 

Steady and firong the current flows, 
Till loft in that unmeaiured fea, 
From which its being firft arofe. 

3 The thoughtlefs fons of Adam's race 

Upon the rapid ftream are borne, 
To that unfeen, eternal home, 
From which no travellers return, 

4 Yet whilft the fliore on either fide 

Prefents a gaudy, flattering fhow, 
We gaze, in fond amazement loft, 
Nor think to what a world we go. 

5 Great Source of Wifdoni, teach our hearts 

To know the price of every hour ; 
That rime may bear us on to joys, 
Beyond its meafure and its power. 

Reformed Liturgy« 



A Collection, 17? 

HYMN CLIX. Firft Metre, 

Longing for Heaven. 
K O URE 'tis in vain to feek for blifs, 
O For blifs can ne'er be found, 
Till we arrive where Jefus is, 
And tread on heavenly ground. 

2 There's nothing round the fpreading &Ies ? 

.Or on this earthly clod, 
Nothing, my foul, that's worth thy joys 9 
Or lovely as thy God, 

3 'Tis heaven on earth to tafte his love* 

To feel his quickening grace : 
And all the heaven I hope above, 
Is but to fee his face, 

4 Why move my years in flow d^lay ? 

And why this fear to die ? 
Death's but a guide that leads my way 
To a fuperior iky* 

$ Dear fovereign, break thefe vital firings, 
That bind me to my clay ; 
Help me to rjfe, and ftretch my wings, 
And mount and foar away. 

Watts. 

HYMN CLX. Second Metre. 
Invitation to the Supper. 
I « INNERS, obey the gofpel word, 
O Come to the Supper of the Lord ? 



iyz The Lord's Sovg: y 

Be wife to know your gracious day ; 
Ail things are ready — come away. 

% Ready the Father is to own 
And kifs his late-returning fon ; 
Ready the gracious Saviour ilands, 
And iprcads for you his bleeding hands* 

3 Ready the Spirit from above, 

To fill your hearts with heavenly love ; 
To cippiy, and witnefs with the blood, 
To wafh, and feal you fonsof God. 

4 Ready the faints around you wait, 
To triumph in your bled eftate ; 
In prefence of the Angels, praife 
Awaits the fovereign power of grace. 

5 Hafte to the feaft ; the Mnfter ftands, 
And o'er the table fpreads his hands ; 
For wkh this theme muft all be crown'd— * 
u The dtad's alive, the loft is found." 

A. 



HYMN CLXI. Second Metre. 
Love to Jefus. 

THEE will I love r my Lord, my tower, 
Thee will I love, and blefs thy throne ; 
Thee will I love with all my power 
Qt mind and ftreng'.h, and thee alone. 



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2 Thee will I love, my Lord, rny God I 
Thee will I love, rny joy my crown ! 
Thee will I love, and bear thy rod, 
As in thy fmiles, fo in thy frown ! 

A, 

HYMN CLXII. Twenty-fourth Metre. 
A Friend indeed. Prov. xviii. 24. 
% /"ANE there is, above all others, 

V^/ Well deferves the name of friend j 
His is love beyond a brother's, 

Coftly, free, and knows no end : 
They who once nis kindnefs prove, 
Find it everlafting love ! 

2 Which of ail our friends, to fave us f 

Gould or would have fpilt his blood J 
But our Jefus dy'd to have us 

Reconcil'd in him to God ; 
This was bonndlefs love indeed ! 
Jefjs is a friend in need, 

3 Men, when rais'd to lofty flations, 

Often know their friends no more ; 
Slight and fcorn their poor relations, 

Though they valued them before s 
But our Saviour always owns 
Thofe whorn he redeemed with groans ? 

4 When he liv'd on earth abafed, 

Friend of Sinners was his name \ 
£Jow, above all glory raifed, 
He rejoices in the fame s 

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%y$ The Lord's Songs > 

Still he calls them Brethren, Friend?* 
And to all their wants attends. 

j Could we bear from one another 
What he daily bears from us? 

Yet this glorious Friend and Brother 
Lovej us, though we treat him thus ; 

Though for good we render ill, 

He accounts us brethren ft-ill. 

6 Oh for grace, our hearts to foften ! 
Teach us, Lord, in truth to love : 
We, alas i forget too often 

What a friend we have above : 
When to thee our fouls' are broug 
We will love thee as we ought. 

Newton. 

HYMN CLXIII. Firft Metre. 

/'/ Day Mors 
i r TT^HlS is the day, the Lord's own day* 
X A day oi holy reft ; 
Teach me, O Lord, to reit from fin ; 

That reft will pieaie thee belt. $ 

2 This is the day; the day, O Lord, 

On which thou didll arife ; 
For fingers having made thyielf 
A finlefs facririce. 

3 Thou, Lord, didft die and rife again, 

And didft afcend on high, 



A Cvlleftion. 175 

That we, poor finners, loft and dead, 
Might live eternally. 

4 Welcome and dear unto my foul 
Is thy moll holy day ! 

May I th' eternal Sabbath keep, 
With God, my 'ftrength and flay, 

5 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray, 
Thy footfteps, I>ord, I trace j 

I joy to thinlc this is the way- 
To fee my Saviour's face. 

HYMN CLXIV, Firft Metre. 
Lord's Day Evening, 
x. \"KJ HEN* O, dear jefus ! when fhall I 
VV Behold thee all ferene I 
■Bieit in perpetual Sabbath-day, 
Without a veil between \ 

z Affift me while I wander here, 
f Amidil a world of cares ; 
Incline my lieart to pray with love, 
And then accept my prayers. 

3 Releafe my foul from every chain, 
No more hell's captive led ; «* 

And pardon a repenting child, 
For whom the Saviour bled. 

4 Spare me, O God ! O fpare the foul 
That gives itfelf to thee ; 

Take all that 1 poflefs below, 
And give thyfeif vo me* 



}j6 The Lord's Songs f 

5 Thy Spirit, O my Father ! give, 
To be my guide and friend ; 
To light my way to ceafelefs joys, 
To Sabbaths without end. 

Cennick. 

HYMN CLXV. Fourteenth Metre. 

For New Tears Day. 

l TTTHILE, with ceafelefs courfe, the fun 
V V Haded through the former year, 
Many fouls their race have run, 
Never more to meet us here. 
Fix'd in an eternal ftate, 

They have done with all below ; 
We a little longer wait, 

But how little, none can know. 

z As the winged arrow flies, 
Speedily the mark ttf find ; 
As the lightning from the ikies 

Darts, and leaves no trace behind j 
Swiftly rhus our fleeting days 

Bear us down life's rapid ftream; 
Upwards, Lord, our fpirits raife — ■ 
All below is but a dream. 
m 

j Thanks for mercies paft, receive, 
Pardon of our 'fins renew ; 
Teaeb us henceforth how to liye; ? 
With eternity in view. 



A Collection. lyj 

Blcfs the word to young and old, 
Fill us with a Saviour's love ; 

And when life's (hort tale is told. 
May we dwell with thee above. 

Newton. 

HYMN CLXVI. Firft Metre. 
The fame SvbjeS. 

1 VTOW, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal, 
JlN And make thy glory known ; 
Now let us all thy pre fence feel, 

And fofcen hearts of ftone. 

2 Help us to venture near thy throne, 
And plead a Saviour's name ; 

For all that We can call our own, 
Is vanity and ihame. 

From all the guilt of former fin, 

IvI;- y mercy fet us free ; 
And let the year we now begin, 

Begin and end with thee. 

4 Send down thy Spirit from above, 
That faints may love thee more j 

And finners now may learn to love, 
Who never lev'd before- 

5 And when before thee we appear, 
In our eternal home, 

May growing numbers worfhip here, 
And praife thee in our room, 

Newton, 



1 7S The Lord's Songs, 

HYMN CLXVII. Seventeenth Metre. 

t 

The American Hero, 
'HY ftould vain mortals tremble at 



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the fight of 

Death and deftruction in the field of battle, 

Where blood and carnage clothe the ground in 

crimfon, Sounding with death groans? 

2 Death will invade us by the means appointed, 
And we muft all bow to the king of terrors ; 
Nor am I anxious, if I am prepared, 

What fhape he comes in= 

% Infinite Qoodnefs teaches us fubmiflion, 
Bids us be quiet under all his dealings ; 
Never repining, but forever praifing 

God our Creator* 

4 Well may we praife him ; all his ways are 

^rfecfc ; 
Though a refplendence infinitely glowing, 
Dazzles of glory on the fight of mortals, 

Struck blind by luftre ! 

5 Good is Jehovah in beftowing funfliine, 
Nor lefs his goodnefs in the ftorm of thunders 
Mercies and judgments both proceed from 

kindnefs — Infinite kindnefs V 



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6 Then, to the wifdom of my Lord and Mafter 
I will commit all that 1 have or wifh for : 
Sweetly as babes fleep will I give my life up* 

When calPd to yield it; 

7 Now, Mars, I dare thee, clad in fmoky pillars* 
Burfting from bomb-fhells, roaring from the 

cannon. 
Rattling in grape-fhot ,15ke a ftorm of hail-ftones, 
Torturing ether, 

8 Up the bleak heavens let the fpreading flames 
rife, [lumns, 

Breaking like iEtna through the fmoking co- 
Lowering like Egypt o'er the fallen city, 

Wantonly burnt down, 

Whilft all their hearts quick palpitate for 
havock, [lions ; 

Let flip your blood-hounds, nam'd the Britifk 
Dauntlefs as death-ftares, nimble as the whirl- 
wind, Dreadful as demons I 

10 Let oceans waft on all your floating caftles, 
Fraught with deftruc~tion, horrible to nature : 
Then, with your fails fill'd by a ftorm of ven- 
geance, Bear down to battle ! 

1 1 Still fhall the banner of the King of hea- 
ven 

STever advance where Pm afraid to follow ; 
irVhile that precedes me? with an open boforn* 
War/ 1 defy thee i 



i8o The Lord y s Songs, 

12 Life, for my country and the caufe of free- 
dom,^ 
Is but a trifle for a worm to part with ; 
And if preferred in fo gr^at a conteft, 
Lift is redoubled. 

Niles. 

HYMN CLXVIII. Second Metre. 
The God of Thunder. 
THE immenfe, th' amazing height, 



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The boundiefs grandeur of our God, 
Who treads the world beneath his feet, 
And fways the nations with his nod ! 

2 He fpeaks ; and lo, all nature fliakes ; 

Heaven's everlatlmg pillars bow ; 
He rends the clouds with hideous cracks, 
And fiioots his fiery ai rows through. 

3 Well, let the nations Mart and fly 

At the blue lightning's horrid glare, 
Atheifts and emperors forink and die,' 
When flame and noife torment the air. 

4 Celeflial King, thy blazirg power 

Kindles our hearts to flaming joys; 
We mout to hear the thunders roar, 
And echo to our Father's voice, 

5 Thus fhall the God our Saviour come, 
And lightnings round his chariot play ; 
Ye lightnings, fly to make him room, 
Ye glorious ftorms, prepare his way. 

WATTSr 



A Collection. 181 

HYMN CLXIX. Thirty-ninth Metre. 

The good Land. Numbers xiii. 30. Deut. iii. 2$. 

i f^i OME, Lord, and help us to rejoice, 
\^/ In hope that we fhall hear thy voice f 

Shall fee one day our God ; 
Shall ceafe from all our painful ftrife, 
Handte and t-afte the word of life. 
And feel the fprinkled blood. 

& Rejoicing now in earrieft hope, 

We ftand^ and from the mountain top 
. See all the land below ; 
Rivers of milk and honey rife, 
And ill the fruits of paradife 
In endlefs plenty g?ow. 

3 A land of corn, and wine,, and oil, 
Favour'd with God's peculiar fmiie, 

With every bleffing bleft ; 
There dwells the Lord our righteoufnefs, 
And keeps his own in. perfect ~peace> 

And everlaiting reft, 

4 O when fhall we at once go up, 
Nor this fide Jordan longer (lop, 

But the good land pofTefs I 
When fkall we end our lingering years, 
Our forrows, fins, and doubts, and fears, 

And howling wiideraefs I 

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1 32 The Lord's Stings, 

5 O deareft Jofhua ! bring as in * 
Difplay thy grace, forgive our fin^ 

Our unbelief remove : 
The heavenly Canaan, Lord, divide, 
And, O, with all the fancliStd, 

Give us a lot of love ! 

HYMN CLXX. Ninth Metre. 
jfoy in Chrijl and eluding Low, 

i TT CW happy are we, 

X A Our election who fee, 
And venture, O Lord, for falvation on thee ! 

In Jeiiis approv'd, 

Eternally lov'd, 
Upheld by thy power, we cannot be mov'd. 

2 'Tis fweet to recline 

On' the bofom divine, 
And experience the comforts peculiar to thine: 

While, born from above, 

And upheld by thy love, 
With fmging and triumph to Zion we move* 

3 Our feeking thy face, 

Was all of thy grace, 
Thy mercy demands,andftiallhave all thepraife^ 

No tinner can be 

Beforehand of thee ; 
Thy grace is preventing, almighty and free. 



A Collection. 183 

4 Oar Saviour and friend 
His love fhall extend : 

£t knew no beginning, and never fhall end. 

Whom once he receives, 

His Spirit ne'er leaves, 
Nor ever repents of the grace that he give?. 

5 This proof we would give, 
That thee we receive, 

Thou art precious alone to the fouls that believe : 

Ba precious to us ; 

AH befide is but drofs, 
Gonjpar'd to thy love and the blood of thecrofs. 

6 Yet one thing we want — 
More holinefs gra%t : 

For more of thy mind aM thy image we pant ; 

Thine image imprefs 

On thy favourite race ; 
O falhion and polifh thy veffels of grace. 

7 Thy workman fhip we 
More fully would be : 

Lord,ftretchout thy hand and conform us to tfcee; 

While joyful we move 

Towards Canaan above, 
Come, fill us with holinefs, fill us with love, 

% Vouchfafe us to know 

More of thee below ; 
Thus fit us for heaven, and glory beftow j 

Our harps £hall be tun'd, 

The Lamb fhall be crown'd ; 
jfalvationto Jefus through heaven fliallrefound. 

To?LADYe 



184 The Lord's Songs , 

HYMN CLXXI. Eleventh Metre. 
Precious Promifis. 2 Peter L 4. 
* T T OW firm a foundation, ye faints of the 
JLJl Lord, 

Is laid for your faith in his excellent word I 
What more can he fay, than to you he hath 

faid, 
Yon, who unto jefus for refuge have fled ? 

2 In every condition, in ficlcnefs and health, 
In poverty's vale, cr abounding in wealth ; 
At home and abroad, on the land, on the fen, 
"As the days may demand, fhall thy ftrength 

ever be, 

3 "Fear not; I am with thee;0 benotdifmay'd; 

I, I am thy God, and will (till give thee aid ; 
I'll ftrengthen thee, help thee, and caufc thee 

to ftand, 
Upheld by my righteous, Omnipotent hand, 

4 "When thro' the deep waters [call thee to go. 
The rivers of, woe (hall not thee o'erflow ; 
For 1 will be with thee, thy troubles to blefs. 
And fanctify to thee thy deepeft diftrefs. 

5 "When through fiery trials thy path wa) 

fhall lie, 

My grace all-fuF~»~nt fhall be thy fupply 
The flame fhall not hurt thee ; 1 only dciigr 
Thy drofs to confume, and thy gold to refine; 



A GoUeaion. 18*5; 

6 "Even down to old age, all my people fliall 

prove 
My fovereign, eternal, unchangeable love ^ 
And when hoary hairs fliall their temples 

adorn, [borne. 

Like lambs they fhall ftill in my bofom be 

7 "The foul thatonjefushathlean'd for repofe, 
/ will not, I will not, defert to his foes ; 
That foul, though all hell fhould endeavour 

to fhake, 
V\\ never — no, never — -no, never > for fake" 

K E N $ A D V , Altered by ah unkno wn hand. 

HYMN CLXXII. Third Metre. 
An Evening Hymn. 

1 r TT*HE day is paft and gone, 

JL The evening {hades appear 5 
Q may we all remember well, 
The night of death is near. 

2 We lay our garments by, 
Upon our beds to reft ; 

So death will loon difrobe us all, 
Of what we here poflefs. 

3 Lord, keep us fafe this night, 
Secure from all our fears ; 

May angels guard us while we fleep, 
Till morning light appears. 

R 2 



1 86 The Lord' j Songs ^ 

4 And when we early rife, 
And view th' unwearied fun ; 

May we fet out to win the prize, 
And after glory run. 

5 And when our days are paft, 
And we from time remove ; ' 

O may we in thy bcfcm reft, 
The bofom of thy love. 

HYMN CLXXIII. Fin! Metre, 
A Cry for Pardon. 
J "|^ /TERCY, good Lord, mercy. I afc ] 
jLVJL This is the total mm : 
For mercy, Lord, is all my fait ; 
Lord, let thy mercy come. 

2 Lord, if thc-u wilt my fins forgive, 

And not in wrath dcilrcy ; 
'Twill add new comforts to thy faints, 
Frefh triumphs to their joy. 

3 This will encourage fmners, Lord, 

To turn and feek thy face ; 
When they frail hear the worft of them 
Has now obtain'd thy grace. 

4 My fins indeed are numberlefs ; 

Are not thy mercies fo ? 
This did thy pardon'd ones prfcfcft 
To thee they bade me go. 



A CoJIecihru }$g 

5 Where fin abounds, thy word does fay, 

Grace has abounded more ; 
This is, and (till fhall be, my plea, 
Whilft thou haft grace in it ore. 

6 Mercy, good Lord, mercy I afk ; 

. This is the total fum ; ' 
For mercy, Lord, is all my fuit ; 
Lord, let thy mercy corns, 

HYMN CLXXIV. Twenty-feventh Metre, 

Cbrtfl's Crucifixion. 
\ FESUS drinks the bitter cup, 
1 J The wine-prefs treads alone ; 
Tears the graves and mountains up 9 

; By his expiring groan : 
Lo ! the powers of heaven he /hakes 5 

Nature in coriyulfion lies ; 
Earth's ♦profbundeft centre quakes, 
The great Jehovah dies. 

2 Dies the Glorious Caufe of All, 

The true" Eternal Pan ; 
Falls to raife us from our fall, 

To ranfom finful man. 
Well might Sol withdraw his light, 

With the fufTcrer fympathize ; 
Leave the world in fad den night, 

While his Creator dies. 

3 Q! my foul, he dies for thee ; 

I feel the mortal fmart ! 
See him hanging on the tree, 
A fight that breaks the heart 1 



1 88 The Lord's Songs > 

O that all to him might turn ! 

Sinners, you may love him too ; 
Look on him, ye pierc'd, and mourn 

For one who dy-d for you. 

4 Weep o'er your defire and hope, 

With tears of humbleft love ; 
Shout, for Jefus is gone up, 

And lives enthron'd above : 
Lives our head, to die no more — 

Power is all to Jefus given ; 
Worfhipp'd as he was before, 

Th' immortal King of heaven. 

ToPLADYc 

HYiMN CLXXV. Sixth Metre. 
The Jtiv'ijh Ceremonial. 

1 T SRAEL, in ancient days, 
X Not only had a view 
Of Sinai in a blaze, 

But learn'd the gofpel too : 
The types and figures were a glafs. 
In which they faw the Saviour's face, 

2 The Pafchal Sacrifice, 

And bleod-befprinkled door, 
Seen with enlighten'd eyes, 

And once apply'd with power, 
Would teach the need of other blood, 
To Hive us from the wrath of God. 

3 The Lamb, the Dove, fet forth 

His perfect innocence, 
Whofe blood of matchlefs worth 
Should be the foul's defence ; 



A CoUeftion* 180 

For he who can for fin atone 
Muft have no failings of his own. 

4 The Scape-goat on his head 

The people's trefpafs bore 3 
And, to the defert led, "'"' 

Was to be fee n no more : 
In him oar Surety feem'd to lay, 
" Behold, I bear your fins away/* 

5 Dipt in his fellow's blood, 

The living Bird went free ; 
The type, well underftood, 

Exprefs'd the finners plea ; 
Defer ib'd a guilty foul enlarged, 
And by a Saviour's death dii'charg'd* 

6 Jefus, I love to trace, 

Throughout the facred page, 
The footfteps of thy grace, 
The fame in every age i 
O grant that I may faithful be 
To clearer light vouchfaf'd to me. 

Cow?**, 

HYMN CLXXVI. Forty-fifth Metre. 

The unfearchable Riches of Chrijl. 

OW (hall I my Saviour fet forth ? 
How fhall I his beauties declare I 
O how fhall I fpeak of his worth, 
! Or what his chief dignities are ? 



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190 The Lord's Sengs, 

His angels can never exprefs, 

Nor faints who fit neareft his throne, 

How rich are his treafures of grace : 
No 1 this is a myft'ry unknown. 

Z In him all the fulnefs of God 

Forever tranfcendently Chines ; 
Though once like a mortal he ftood, 

To finifli his gracious defigns : 
Though once he was nail'd to the crofs* 

Vile rebels like me to fet free, 
His glory fuflained no lofs, 

Eternal his kingdom fhall be. 

3 His wifdom, his love and his power 

Seem'd then with each other to vie ? 
When finners he (looped to reftore, 

Poor finuers condemned to .die 1 
He laid all his grandeur afide, 

And dwelt in a cottage of clay : 
Poor finners he lov'd, till he dy'd 

To wafh their pollutions away. 

4 Come, all ye whq fee yourfelves loft, 

And feel yourfelves burdened with fin, 
Draw near while with terror you're toft ^ 

Believe, and your peace fhall begin. 
He riches has ever in (lore, 

And treafures that never can wade : 
Here's pardon, here's grace, yea, and niGrrc- 

Here's glory eternal at lafL 



A Collection. 191 

HYMN CLXXVIL Firft Metre. 
The lojl Sheep found. 

1 TI THEN fome kind fhepherd from his 

VV fold 

Has loft a ftraying flieep, 
Through vales, o'er hills, he anxious roves. 
And climbs the mountain's fteep. 

2 But O the joy, the tranfport fweet, 

When he the wandefer finds \ 
Up in his arms he takes his charge, 
And to his fhoulder binds. 

3 Homeward he haftes to tell his joys, 

And make his blifs complete : 
The neighbours hear the news, and all 
The joyful fhepherd greet. 

4 Yet how much greater is the joy, 
When but one finner turns ! 

When the poor wretch with broken heart 
His fins and errors motirns ! 

PleasM with the news, the faints below, 
In fongs their tongues employ ; 

Beyond the Ikies the tidings go, 
And heaven is fill'd with joy. 

6 Well pleas'd the Father fees and hears 
The confcious finner weep ; 
Jefus receives him to his arms, 
And owns him for a (heep. 



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192 The Lord's Songs > 

7 Nor angels can their joys contain, 
Bat kindle with new fire : 
A wandering (Keep returned,*' they fingj 
And ftrike the founding lyre. 

HYMN CLXXVIII. Third Metre, 
_ Coftfcjjion and Pardon, 

1 T\/TY forrows, like a flood, 
> WjL Impatient of reftraint, 

rfiy bofom, O my God, 
Pour out a long complaint. 

2 This impious heart of mine 
Could once defy the Lord ; 

Could rufh with violence on to fin, 
In prefence of thy fword. 

3 How often have I ftood 
, A rebel to the ficies ! 

And yet, and yet, O matchlefs grace ! 
Thy thunder filent lies. 

4 O, fliall I never feel 
The meltings of th v. love ? 

Am I of fuch : hell-h:rrden'd fteel 
That snercy cannot move ? 

£ Overcome by dying love, 

Here at thy crofs I lie ; 
And throw my flefn, my foul, my all, 

And weep, and love^ and die* 



A Co! left ion. 793 

6 " Rife," fays the Saviour, " rifei 
Behold my wounded veins ; 
Here flows a facred crimfon floods 
To wafh away thy (tains." 

*r See, Gcd in Chnft well pleas'd I 

Behold his ffciiling face ! 
Let joyful cherubs clap their wings 

And found aloud his grace. 

WATTS, 

HYMN CLXXIX, Fix* Metre. 

The Go/pel Fsqft. 

i /~\N Zion, his mod holy mount, 
\J God will a feaft. prepare, 
And Gentile lands with Ilrael's fbns 
Shall 111 the banquet fhare. 

z Marrow and fatnefs are the food 
His bounteous hand beftows : 
Wine on the lees, and w T elI refin'd* 
In rich abundance flows. 

3 See to the vileft of the vile 
A free acceptance given ! 

S ee rebels, by adopting grace, 
Sit with the heirs of heaven ! 

4 The pairi'd, the fek, the dying, no# 
To eafe and health reftor'd, 

With eager appetites partake 
The plenties o£ the board; 

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ig4 The Lord's Songs, 

5 But, O what draughts of blifs unknown, 

What dainties fliall be given, 
When with the myriads round the throne 
We join the feaft of heaven ! 

6 There joys unmeafurably high 

Shall overflow the foul, 
And fprings of life, that never dry. 
In thouland channels roll. 



HYMN CLXXX. Fiftieth Metre. 

Paradife. 

i /~\N wings of faith, mount up, my foul, 
\_J and rife ; 

View thine inheritance beyond the fkies : 
Nor heart can think, nor mortal tongue can 
tell, [dwell : 

What endlefs pleafures in thofe mansions 
Here our Redeemer lives all bright and glo- 
rious ; [ous t 
O'er fin and death and hell, he reigns victori- 

2 No gnawing grief, no fad heart-rending pain, 
In the bleft country can admiftion gain ; 
No forrow there, no foul-tormenting fear, 
For God's own hand fliall wipe the falling 
tear ; [rious ; 

Here our Redeemer lives, all bright and glo- 
Q'er fin and death and hell* he reigns victori- 
ous. 



A Colleftion. 195 

3 Before the throne a cryftal river glides, 
Immortal verdure decks its cheerful fides ; 
Here the fair tree of life majeftic rears 

Its bloomimg head, and fovereign Y er ^ure 
bears. [rious ; 

Here our Redeemer lives, all bright and glc- 
O'er fia and death and hell, he reigns vic- 
torious. 

4 No riflng fun his needlefs beams difplays, 
No fickly moon emits her feeble rays ; 
God from the throne celeftial glory flieds, 
Th'exalted Lamb eternal radiance fpreads. 

Here our Redeemer lives, all bright and glo- 
rious ; 

O'er fin and death and hell, he reigns victori- 
ous. 

5 One diftant glirrrpfe my eager paffion fires I 
Jefus, to thee, my longing foul afpires I 
When (hall t at my heavenly home arrive"? 
When leave this earth, and when begin to 

live ? [ous 1 

For there my Saviour is, all bright and glori- 
O'er fin and death and hell, he reigns vidtori- 

eus. 

Strap han o 

HYMM CLXXXI. Firft Metre. 
Jehovah- Jir eh. Gen. xxii. 1 4. 
I r THHE faints fiould never be difmay'd, 
X Nor fink in hopelefs fear ; 
For when they leaft expeel his aid, 
The Saviour will appear. 



ic6 The L era's Songs, 

2 This Abraham found ; lie rais!d the knife- 

God law, and faid " forbear ;" 
Yon ram ihall yield his meaner life : 
Behold the victim there, ! 

3 Once David ffeem/d Saul's certain pre/; 

But hark i the foes at hand ; 
Saul turns his arms another way, 
To five th' invaded land. 

4 When Jonah iunk beneath the wave, 

He thought to rife no more ; 
But God prepared a fiih to & 
And bear him to th 

£ Bleft proofs of pow^r and grace divine. 
That meet us in his word I 
f every deep-felt care of mine 
Be trufted v/ith the Lord. 

<J Waft for his feafonable aid ; 
And though it tarry, wait : 
The promife may be long delay'd, 
But cannot come too iaie. 

Cowper, 



HYMN CLXXXIL Fira Metre. 

Jehovah-Rophi. Exod. xv. 26. 

? T T ^^^ us > Immanuel ; here we arc, 
JL X Waking to feel thy touch ; 
peep wounded fouls, to thee repair, 
v And, Saviour, we are fuch. 



A Colk&ion* 197 

2 Our faith is feeble, we eonfefs; 

We faintly truft thy word ; 
Bat wilt thou pity us the lefs ? 
Be that far from the Lord ! 

3 Remember him who once apply'd 

With trembling for relief ; 
" Lord, I believe," with tears he cry'd* . 
" O help my unbelief." 

4 She, too, who touch'd thee in the prefs, 

And healing virtue ftole, 
Was anfwer'd, " Daughter, go in peace 5 
Thy faith hath made thee whole." 

5 Conceal'd amidft the gathering throngs 

She would have ihun'd thy view ; 
And, if her faith was firm and ftrong, 
Had ftrong mifgivings too. 

6 Like her, with hopes and fears we come, 

To touch thee if we may ; 
Oh ! fend us not defpairing home ; 
Send none unheaPd away. 
4 Cowper, 

HYMN CLXXXII1. Sixth Metre. 
Jekovah-Nijji. Exod. xvii. 15. 
x T) Y whom was David taught 
JLJ To aim the dreadful blow, 
When he Goliah fought, 

And laid the Gittite low ? 
No fword nor i'pear the ftripling took, 
But chofe a pebble from the brook. 

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|^8 The Lord's Songs 

f 'Twas Ifrael's God and King, 
Who fent him to the fight ; 
Who gave him ftrength to (ling, 

And (kill to aim aright : 
Ye feeble faints, your ftrength endures, 
Btcaufe young David's God is yours. 

% Who ordered Gideon forth, 

To ftorm th' invaders' camp, 
With arms of little worth, 

A pitcher and a lamp ? 
The trumpets made his coming known, 
And all the hoft was overthrown. 

4 Oh ! I have feen the day, 

When, with a (ingle word, 

God helping me to fay, 

'* My truft is in the Lord, 
My Soul has quell'd a thoufand foes; 
Fearlcfs of all chat could oppoie. 

5 But unbelief, felf will, 

Self-righteoufnefs and pride, 
How often do they (leal 

My weapon from my fide i 
Yet David's Lord, and Gideon's friend, 
Will help his fervant to the end. 

COWPER. 

HYMN CLXXXIV. Second Metre.' 

Jehovah- Shalom. Judges vi. 24. 

1 r pHE Lord feud peace — offending man 

JL To reconcile by his own* blood ! 

Who but the Lord could 'form the plan? 

i Or who fulfil it but our God 1 



A Collodion. 19a. 

1 Peace by fiich means, fo dearly bought, 
What rebel could have hop'd to fee ? 
Peace by his injur'd fovereign wrought, 
His fovereign faften'd to the tree ! 

3 Now, Lord, thy feeble worm prepare ! 
For ftrife with earth and hell begins ; 
Confirm and gird me for the war ; 
They hate the foul that hates his /Ins, 

4 Let them in horrid league agree ! 

They may aflault, they may diftrefs ; 
But cannot quench thy love to me, 
Nor rob me of tlx Lord my peace. 

Cowper. A* 

HYMN CLXXXV. Second Metre. 
Jehovah Shammah. Ezek. xlviii. 35. 
J AS birds their infant brood protect, 
uT\. And fpread their wings to fhelter them ; 
Thus faith the Lord to his elect, 
<{ So will I guard Jerufalem." 

z And what then is Jerufalem, 

This darling object of his care ? 
Where is its worth in God's efteem ? 
Who bailt it i who inhabits there ? 

ihovah founded it in blood, 
The blood of his incarnate Son 5 
There dwell the faints, once foes to God, 
The fanners whom he calls his own. 



2oo The Lord's Songs, 

4 There, though befieff'd on every fide, 

Yet, much belov'd, and guarded well, 
From age to age they have defy'd 
The utmoft force of earth and hell. 

5 Let earth repent, and hell defpair ; 

The city has a fure defence ; 
Ker name is cali'd, The Lord is there; 
And who has power to drive them thence I 

CoWpER. 

HYMN CLXXXVI. Forty-ninth Metre. 
In a Storm, 
z T N the floods of tr:bu!a:ion, 
X While the billows o'er rne roll ; 
Jefus whifpers conjfclation, 

And fupports my fainting foul. 
Thus the lion yields rue honey 9 
From the eater food is given ; 
Strengthened thus I frill prefs forward, 

Singing as I wade to heaven : 
Sweet affliction ! fwect affliction, 
That brings Jefus to my foul i 

2 'Mid the gloom, the vivid lightnings 

With increafed brightnefs play ; 
'Mid the thornbrake, beauteous flowerets 

Look mote beautiful and gay : 
So in darkeft difpeniations, 

Doth my faithful Lord appear* 
With his richeft confolations, 

To reanimate and cheer : 
Sweet afHiclion ! fweet afHiftion, 
Thus to bring my Saviour near. 



A Collettian, so* 

Floods of tribulation heighten, 

Billows dill around me roar ; 
Thole who know not Chrift — ye frighten ; 

But my foul defies your power. 
In the facred page recorded, 

Thus his word feenrely ftands— . 
" Fear not, I'm in trouble near thee, 

Nought ihall pluck thee from my hands ; J * 
Sweet affliction ! fweet affiiclion, 
That to words fo fweet lays claim I 

All I meet I find affift r^e 

In my path to heavenly joy • 
Where, though trials now attend mc» 

Trials never more annoy ; 
Wearing there a crown of glory, 

Still the path I'll ne'er forget j 
This (hall be my pleafant ftory, 

When arriv'd at Jefus' feat : 
Sweet affliction ! fweet affliction 
Brought me to my Saviour's feet ! 

Pearce. 4»« 

HYMN CLXXXVIL Second Metre. 

Chrljl. 
Part L 

WHY {hakes the earth ? why leap th$ 
hills? 
See, Ifrael's God approaching nigh ! 
His prefence trembling nature feels, 
Even his who did afcend on high* 



aoz The Lord's Songs f 

2 By heaven and earth, the quick and izzi? 

Worthy is Chrift to be ador'd, 
As perfect, rightful, fovereign head, 
The abiolute, and only Lord. 

3 The voice that mov'd the tcmple-pofts — 

The feraph o'er the fapphire thron— 
Proclaim'd him King, the Lord of Hells* 
The Holy, Holy, Holy One ! 

4 Glorious Firft-born Ancient of Days ! 

For endlefs jrtars ttou art the fame ! 
Ere time thy generation was, 

Bafore all worlds, opt leuin thy fame I 

Part II. 

5 WHAT glories in the Father dwell, 

The fame behold in Jefus' face : 
Beauty for beauty, there we tell, 
Glory for glory, here we trace. 

6 Hi's precious ! Full of grace and truth f 

Of ftrength. he is th' almighty arm i 
Of light, he is the beaming forth I 
Q[ life, he is the living ftream 1 

7 He's white and red, and fpotlefs fair ; 

Ten thoufand fair ones he excels : 

From head to foot, no charms compare 

With his : here all defcription fails. 

8 Let ev'ry' voice andev'ry heart, 

EnflanVd with love's celeftial fire, 
In his high praifes bear a part : 

Sing, fmg all heaven's feraphic choir. 



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HYMN CLXXXVIIL Thirty-fourth Metre. 

Ht>ps. 
3 A ND let this feeble body fail, 
jLX. An$ let it faint and die, 
My foul fhall quit this mournful vale, 

And foar to worlds on high : — 
Shall join the difembodied faints, 
And find its long fought reft ; 
The only blifs for which it pants, 
In the Redeemer's breaft. 

Z In hope of that immortal crown 

I now the crofs fuftain, 
And gladly wander up and down, 

And fmile at toil and pain. 
I fuffer on my three fcore years, 

Till my Deliverer come, 
And wipe away his fervant's tears, 

And take his exile home. 

3 O, what hath jefus bought for met 

Before my raviiVd eyes, 
Rivers of life divine I fee, 

And trees of paradife. 
I fee a world of fpirits bright, 

Who taite the pleafures there ; 
They all are rob'd in fpotlefs white* 

And conquering palms they bear. 

4 O, what are all my fufPrings here, 

If, Lord, thou count me meet 
With that enraptur'd hoft V appear, 
And worihip at his feet ? 



464 The Lord's Songs, 

Give joy or grief, give eafe or pain, 
Take life or friends away ; 

But let me find them all again 
In that eternal da v. 



HYMN CLXXXIX. Firft Metre. 

Jtfus Hajlen'ing to Sujfir. 
I T I S HE Saviour, witat a noble flame 
X Was kindred in his breaft, 
When, hafting to Jerufalem, 
He march 'd before the reft ! 

% Good will for men, and zeal for God, 
Kis every thought engrofs : 
He longs to be baptiz'd with blood ; 
He pants to reach the crofs. 

3 With all his bufferings full in view, 

And woes to us unknown, 
Forth to the taffc his fpirit flew; 
'Twas love that urg'd him on. 

4 Lord, we return thee what we can j 

Our hearts ftrall found abroad 
Salvation to the dying Man, 
And to the rifmg God. 

£ And while thy bleeding glories here 
Engage our wondering eyes ; 
We learn our lighter crofs to bear, 

Aad haftea to the ikies. Cowpe*. 



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A GclleEiiorii 305 

HYMN CXC. Tenth Metre. 
7 'he Love and Lovelinefs of Jefus. 
CARCELY for righteous men, men give 
their lives, 
And for his enemies^ life no man gives : * 

But, this is love ! behold, the Saviour dies 
For Jmhers ! yea, for murderous enemies. 

i O woriderous Saviour ! who to us was given, 
Tofnatch from hell, and raife us up toheav'tii" 
Muft he, for this, endure a wounded foul ! 
Muft he fweat blood, and drink the poifon- 
ous gall I 

E'en hearts of adamarit muft melt to fee 
T'hat this ibas done, and done , vUe man^ for thee I 
That he is God, this, this alone, doth prove p 
For none but God could fhew fuch mighty 
love, 

4 Ke is the brightness of th' angelrc fphere* 
Th* alluring muiic of the heavenly choir, 
The fragrancy of glory's rofy groves, 
Th* enduring fouree of boundlefs joys and 
loves. 

A, 

HYMN CXGL Fourteenth Metre. 
Welcome Crofs. 
1 ,r TTMS my previlege below 

JL Not to live without the crofsp 
But the Saviour's power to know* 
Sandtifyicg ev'ry lofs* 

T 



ao6 The Lord's Sengs^ 

Trials mud and will befal ; 

But with humble faith to fee 
Love inftrib'd upon them all, 

This is happinefs to me. 

3t God in Ifrael fows the feeds 

Of affliction, pain and toil ; 
Thefe fpring up and choke the weed's, 

Which would elfe o'erfpread the foiL 
Trials make the pronaife fweet ; 

Trials give new life to prayer ; 
Trials bring me to his feet, 

Lay me low, and keep me there. 

j Did I meet no trials here, 

No chaftifements by the way ; 
Might 1 not, with reafon, fear, 

1 fhould prove a caft-away ? 
Baftards may efcape the rod, 

Sunk in earthly, vain delight ; 
But the true-born child of God 

Muft not — would not, if he might. 



B 



HYMN CXCII. Second Metre. 

Communion <witb God. 
Y faith in Chrift I walk with God, 
With heaven my journey's end in view? 
Supported by his ftaff and rod, 
My road is fafe and pleafant too. 

I travel through a defert wide, 

Where many round me blindly ftray \ 

But he vouchfafes te be my guide, 
And will not let me mifs my way. 



A Colleftion. 207 

3 Though fnares and dangers throng my path, 

And earth and hell my courfe withftand 5 
I triumph over all by faith, 

Guarded by his Almighty hand. 

4 The wildernefs affords no food ; 

But God for my fupport prepares ; 
Provides me every needful good, 

And frees my foul from wants and cares* 

t With him fweet converfe I maintain j 
Great as he is, I dare be free ; 
1 tell him all my grief and pain, 
And he reveals Jus love to me. 

r 6 Some cordial from his word he brings, 
Whene'er my feeble fpirit faints ; 
At once my foul revives and fmgs. 

And yields no more to fad complaints* 

7 I pity all that worldings talk 

Of pleafures that will quickly end 5 
Be this my choice, O Lord, to walk 
With fchee, my guide/ my guard, my friend* 
Cowpes. or Newtox, 

HYMN CXCIIL Forty-feventh Metre, 
tyifdqm. 
I TT* RE God had built the mountains, 

. JT^ Or raisM the fruitful hills ; 

Before he filVd the fountains 
^ That feed the running rills ; 



go8 The Lord's Sings ? 

In me, from everlafting, 

The Wonderful I AM 
Found pleafares never wafting ; 

And Wifdom is my name. 

t When, like a tent to dwell in, 
He fpread the flcies abroad, 
And fwath'd about the fwelling 

Of ocean's might} 1 - Hood ; 
He wrought by weight and meafure^ 

And I vus with him then ; 
Myfelf the Father's pleafure, 
And mine, the fons of men. 

3 Thus wifdom's words difcover 

Thy glory and thy grace, 
Thou everlafting lover 

Of our unworthy race ! 
Thy gracious eye furvey'd us 

Ere (Lars were feen above ; 
In wifdom thou haft made us. 

And dy'd for us in love. 

4 And couldft thou be delighted 

With creatures fuch as we, 
Who, when we few thee, flighted* 

And nail'd thee to a tree ? 
Unfathomable wonder, 

And myftery divine I 
The Voice that fpeaks in thunder, 

Says, " Sinner, I am thine !" 



Ccwpesu 



A Colleflion. 209 

HYMN CXCIV. Second Metre, 

Morning. 
i A WAKE, my foul, and with the fun 
ji\ Thy daily flage of duty run ; 
Shake off dull floth, and early rife,' 
To pay thy morning facrifice. 

2 Glory to God, who fafe hath kept, 
And hath refrefh'd me while I flept ; , 
Grant, Lord, when 1 from death fhall wake, 
I may of endlefs life partake. 

3 DireS, controul, fuggeft, this day, 
All I defign, or do, or fay ; 

That all my powers, with all my might, 
In thy fole glory may unite. 

4 Praife God, from whom all bleffings flow ; 
Praife him, all creatures here below ; 
Praife him above, ye heavenly hoft ; 
Praife Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft. 

Kennedy. 

HYMN CXCV. Second Ivtetre. 
Evening, 
I ^1 LORY to thee, my God, this night, 
VJ For all the bleffings of the light ; 
Keep me, O keep me ! King of kings, 
Under the fhadow of thy wings. 

% Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, 
Whatever ills this day I've done ; 
That with the world, myfelf and thee, 
I, ere I fleep, at peace may be. 

T 



aro *The Lord/s Songs ^ 

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
The grave as little as my bed ; 
Teich me to die, that fo I may 
Triumphing rife at the laft day. 

4 O may my foul on thee repofe, 

And with fweet fleep my eyelids clofe ; 
Sleep that may me more vigorous make, 
To fcrve my God when I awake. 

5 Let m? bleil Guardian, while I fleep ; 
Clofe to my bed his vigils keep ; 

Let no vain dreams ditiurb my reft, 
No powers of darknefs me moldt. 

9 Praife God, from whom all bleffings flow ; 
Praife him, all creatures here below ; 
Praife him above, ye heavenly hod ; 
Praife Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft. 

Kennedy. 

HYMN CXCVL Second Metre. 
Thankf giving. Pfalm xcv. 

1 /~\ COME, loud anthems let us fing, 
\jr Loud thanks to our Almighty King; 
For we our voices high itould raife, 
When our falvation's Rock we praife, 

2 Into his prefence let us hade, 

To thank him for his favours paft, 
To him audrefs, in joyful fong.s, 
The praife that to his name belongs. 



A Colled ion. % 1 1 

5 For God the Lord, enthroned in ftate. 
Is, with unrivall'd glory, great ; 
A King fuperior far to all, 
A God o'er them whom gods we calk 

4 The depths of earth are in his hand, 
Her treafures all at his command ; 
The ftrength of hills that dare the fides 
Subjected to his empire lies, 

5 He made the fea ; the deep abyfs 
By a Creator's right is his : 

It rolls by the fame fovereign hand, 
That form'd and fix'd the iolid hua* 

6 G ht us to his courts repair, 
And bow with adoration there : 
Low, on our knees, devoutly all 
Before the Lord our Maker fall. 

7 For he's our God, our Shepherd he ; 
The people of his pafture, we; 

Come, then, and like bis flock draw near; 
To-day, if you his vo-fce will hear. 

$ " Let not your harden'd hearts renew 
Your fathers' crimes, and judgments too ; 
When through the wildernefs they mov'd, 
And me with frefh temptations prov'd. 

9 " They forty years my patience griev 7 d ? - 
Though daily I their wants reliev'd : 
Then— 'Tis a faithlcis race, I fai-d, 
Whofe heart from m: has always ftray'd. 



212 The- Lord 9 s Songs f 

iq "They have not known my righteous paths 
Therefore to them in fettled wrath, 
Since they defpis'd my reft, I fware 
That they fhould never enter there.' y 

Brady. A. 

HYMN CXCVII. FirR Metre. 
Salvation. 
x QALVATIONl O melodious found 
O To wretched, dying men! 
Salvation, that from God proceeds, 
And leads to God again. 

z Refcu'd from hell's eternal gloom, 
From fiends and fires and chains ; 
Rais'd to a paradife of blifs, 
Where love triumphant reigns ! 

3 But, O ! may a bewildered foul, 

Sinful and weak as mine, 
Prefume to raife a trembling eye 
To bleffings fo divine ? 

4 The luftre of fo bright a fcene 

My feeble heart o'erbears ; 
And unbelief almoft perverts 
The promife into tears. 

5 My Saviour, God, no voice but thine 

Thefe dying hopes can raife ; 
Speak thy falvation to my foul, 
And turn its tears to praife. 






A Collection. 213 

6 My Saviour, God, this broken voice 
Tranfported fhali proclaim, 
And call on all th' angelic harps 
To found £0 fweet a name. 

DoDDmnoi:., 

HYJfN CXCVIII. Second Metre. 
Halklujah. 

1 r T"^ HAT man is bleft who ftands in awe 

X Of God, and loves his facred law ; 

His feed on earth ihailbe renown'd, 
And with fucceffive honours crown'd/ 

2 His liberal favours he extends. 
To feme he gives, to others lend>s : 
To pity the diftrsfs'd inclin'd, 

As well as j uft to all mankind, 

3 His heart, as he on God relies, 
111 tidings never can furprife : 
Around him there arifeth light, 
That brightens in affliction's night. 

4 Befet with threatening dangers round; 
Unmov'd (hall he maintain his ground 5 
The fweet remembrance of the juft 
Shall flourifh when he deeps in duft. 

His hands, while they his alms beftqw'd, 
The {ecd for future harveft fow'd ; 
His righteoufnefs fhall yield renown, 
And glory, an eternal crown, 



214 The hordes Songs, 

6 The wicked (hall his triumph fee, 
And gnafh their teeth in agony ; 
While their unrighteous hopes decay, 
And vanifii with themfelves away. 

Tats. A, 

HYMN CXCIX. Second Metre. 
Rightcoufnefj in the Lord* 
^ TESUS, thy blood and righteoufnefs 
J My beauty are, my glorious drefs ; 
J Midft flaming worlds, in thefe array 'd, 
With joy (hall I lift up my head. 

1 When from the duft of death I rife 
To take my manfion in the (kies, 
E'en then (hall this be all my plea, 
" Jefus hath //Wand dfdior me/' 

3 Bold (hall I (land in that great day, 
For who aught to my charge (hall lay ? 
While through thy death abfolv'd I am, 
Erom fm's tremendous curfe and fhame. 

4 Thus Abraham, the friend of God, 
And all the hofts matte white with blood, 
Saviour of fmners thee proclaim, 
Sinners, of whom the chief I am. 

5 This fpotlefs robe the fame appears 
When ruined nature finks in years ; 
No age can change its glorious hue j 
The robe of Chrift is ever new. 



A Collection* ai§ 

6 O let thy dead now hear thy voice, 
Bid, Lord, thy banhVd ones rejoice ; 
Their beauty this, their glorious drefcj 
Jefus, the Lord our Righteoufnefs. 

•Ma&ah's Collection* 

HYMN CC. Thirtieth Metre. 

Time and Eternity. 

1 fNa world of fin and for row, 

X Compafs'd round by rnany a Care? 
From eternity I borrow 

Hope, that can exclude defpair : 
Thee, triumphant God and Saviour 1 

In the glafs of faith I fee ; 
O affift each faint endeavour ! 

Raife our earth-born fouls to thee. 

2 Place that awful fcene before us> 

Of the laft tremendous day, 
When to life thou fhalt feftore us* 

Lingering ages* hafte away ! 
Then this vile and finful nature 

Incorruption fhall put on j 
Life-renewing r glorious Saviour! 

Let thy gracious will be done. 

HYMN CCL Forty-firft Metre. 

The Laft Judgment. 

I T T E comes ! he comes ! the Judge fevere* 

XI The feventh trumpet fpeaks him near; 
His lightnings flafh, his thunders roll % 
He's welcome ;q the faithful foul \ 



7 1 6 The Lord's Songs y 

Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome ? 
Welcome to the faithful foul. 

2 From heaven arigeKc voices foimd ! 
See the Almighty Jefus crown'd, 
Girt with omnipotence and grace ; 
And glory decks the Saviour's face ; 

Glory, glory, glory, glory, 
Glory decks the Saviour's face, 

3 Descending on his arure throne. 

He claims the kingdoms for his own 5 
The kingdoms all obey his word, 
And hail him their triumphant Lord : 
Hail him, hail him, hail him, hail him> 
Hail him their triumphant Lord. 

4 Shout, all the people cf the fl:y, 
And all the faints of the Moft High ; 
Our God, wh j now his right obtains, 
For ever and for ever reigns ; 

Ever, ever, ever, ever, 
Ever and for ever reigns. 

5 The Father praife, the Son adore* 
. The Spirit hlefs, for ever more ; 

Salvation's glorious work is done ; 

We welcome thee, great Three in One ! 
Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome* 
Welcome thee, great Three in One > 



A ColleEiion. 2 1 J 

HYMN CCIL Seventh Metre. 
The Trump cf God. I Theff. iv. 16. 
i JjARK ! the trump of God doth found* 
JL JL And its voice is heard on high \ 
Now the Lord himfelf defcends, 
Wieh a fizout that rends the fky. 

2 See, his dead have heard the found ! 

Spring immortal from their tonab, 
And with rapture meet their Lord, . . 
Crying, " Now thy kingdom's come I" 

3 Lo ! his people toe on earth, 

In a moment chang'd, all rife ; 

In the clouds caught up with thern 5 

Meet their Saviour in the ikies- 

4 See, mortality of life 

Swallowed up eternally ! 
Death, O Death i where is thy (ling ? 
Where, O Grave ! thy victory ? 

$ Now all tears are wip'd away 5 

Free from curie, and free from pairi. 
All Cbrift's people now with him, 
Kings and Priefts forever reign. 

6 In the hope of all this joy, 

Let us, brethren, dill be found 
Stedfaft in the faith ofChrift, 
And in love let us abound. 

7 Let his matchiefs love and grace 

To his work our fouls conftrain, 

Knowing that our labour, wrought 

In the Lord, (hall not be vain, 

u 



2i8 The Lord's Smgs, 

HYMN CCIII. Firft Metre. 
Thejirji Rcfurreaion. 

1 TJ AIL ! hail ! the happy, wifh'd for da/, 
JLjl When Jefus ihall appear : 

When the laft trumpet loud fhall found, 
And all his dead fhall hear. 

2 They'll burn; the bands of death with joy, 

And loud hofannas raife : 
In him who lov'd them they'll rejoice, 
And glorious make his praife. 

3 " Thou, thou art worthy," dill fliall be 

The burden of their long ; 
Thou haft redeem'd us, and to thee 
The glory doth belong. 

4 We hope to join the grateful note, 

And with loud triumphJing, 
"Where, where's thy viclory now, O Gravft? 
O death ! where is thy fting :" 

# HYMN CCIV. Twenty-fecond Metre. 

The fecond Advent* 

I T" O ! he comes, with clouds descending, 
I .J Once for favour'd finners flain ! 
Thoufand thoufand faints, attending, 
Swell the triumph of his train ! 

Hallelujah, 
Jefus comes, on earth to reign ! 



A CcrlkSlion, 219 

\ Every eye ftall now behold him, 
Rob'd in dreadful majefty ; 
Thofe who fet at nought, and fold him, 
Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree, 

Deeply wailing, 
Shall the great Meffiah fee. 

Every ifland, fea, and mountain, 
Heaven and earth; fliall flee away ; 

All who hate him, muft, confounded, 
Hear the trump proclaim the day ; 

Come to judgment ! 
Come to judgment ! come away .! 

4 Now redemption, long expected, 
See, in folemn pomp appear i 

All his people, once rejected, 
Now fhall meet him in the air; 

Hallelujah 1 
See the day of God appear ! 

5 Anfwer thine own bride and Spirit 3 
^ tfaften, Lord, the general doom ! 

The new heaven and earth t' inherit, 
Take thy pining exiles home: 

All creation 
Travails, groans, and bids thee come J 

Yea ! Amen ! Let all adore thee, 

High on thine eternal throne ! 
Saviour, take the power and glory : 
Claim the kingdom for thine own ! 

O come quickly ! 
Hallelujah 1 come, Lord, come. 

> Toplady's Collection 



220 . Tie hordes Songs, 

HYMN CCV. Thirty-ievcnth Metre. 
The Jubi!*:. 
f TJ LOW ye the trumpet, blow 
Jlj The gladlysfolemn found ; 
Let all the nations know, 

To earth's remote ft bound, 
The year of Jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home. 

i Exalt the Son of God, 
The all-atoning Lamb ; 
Redemption in his blood, 

Through all the world proclaim \ 
The year of Jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home. 

3 Ye, who have fold for nought 

Your heritage above, 
Shall have it back unbought, 

The gift of Jefus' love : 
The year of Jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home- 

4 Ye (laves of fin and hell, 

Your liberty receive, 
And fafe in Jefus dwell, 

And bleft in Jefus live : 
The year of Jubilee is come ; 
Return;, ye ranfom'd finners, home. 

5 The gofpel-trumpet founds ; 

Let all the nations hear, 
And earth's remotefl bounds 
Before the throne appear ; 



A Colieftion. 221 - 

The year of Jubilee is come ; 

Return, ye ranibm'd Tinners, home. To?. 

HYMN CCV1. Firft Metre. 
Heaven, 

THERE is a land of living joy, 
Beyond the utmoft fkies 
Where feenes of blifs, without alloy, 
In boundlefs profpect rife. 

High feated on a blazing throne, 

Th* Eternal God appears ; 
Puts all his fmiling glories on, 

And awes at once, and cheers. 

The flaughter'd Lamb, at his right hand, 

ArTumes his royal feat ; 
Adoring angels round him ftand, 

His minifters of ft ate. 

4 Each breaft with ftrong devotion glows 5 
Love every heart infpires ; 
While God's own Spirit gently blows. 

And fans the holy fires. 
In drains ceieftial every tongue 

Shall God's high praife proclaim ; 
And all in concert join the fcng 
Of Mofes and the Lamb. 

HYMN CCVIL Firft Metre. 
A Profpe& of the Refurre&ion* r 

HOW long fhall death the tyrant reign, 
- And triumph o'er the juft, 
While the rich blood of martyrs flain 
Lies mingled with the<iuft ? 
U 2 



*44 The Lord's Sov*s, 

2 Let faith arife and climb the hills. 

And from afar defcry, 
How diftant are his chariot-wheels, 
And tell how faft they fly. 

3 Lo, 1 behold the fcatter'd (hades; 

The dawn of heaven appears ; 
The fweet, immortal morning fpreads 
Its blufhes round the fpheres. 

4 I fee the Lord of Glory come, 

And flaming guards around; 
The (kies divide to make him room., 
The trumpet fhakes the ground. 

5 I hear the voice, " YE DEAD, ARISE ;♦ 

And, lo, the graves obey ; 
And waking faints, with joyful eyes, 
Salute th* expected day. 

6 They leave the dure., and en the wing 

Rife to the mid-way air ; 
In fhining garments meet their King* 
And low adore him there. 

7 O may my humble fpirit ftand 

Among them, cloth'd in white ! 
The meaneft place at his right hand 
Is infinite delight. 

8 How will our joy and wonder rife, 

When onr returning King 
Shall bear us homeward through the flcies > 
On love's triumphant wing ! 

Witts. 



A Collection. 22$ 

JSYMN CCV11I. Second Metre. 
Hat>pinefs of being with Cbrijl. 
HILE on the verge of life I ftand, 



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And view the fcene on either hanOi 
My fpirit flruggles with my clay, 
And longs to wing its flight away. 

2 Where jefas dwells, rny foul would be % 
And faints my much-lov'd Lord to fee* 
Earth, twine no more about rny heart, 
For 'tis far better to depart. 

2 Come, ye angelic envoys, corne ? 
And lead the willing pilgrim home; 
Ye know the way to j eras' throne, : 
Source of my joys, and of your own- 

4 That blifsful interview, how fweet ! 
To fall tranfported at his feet I 
Rais'd in his arms, to view his face, 
Through the full beamings of his grace 2 

5 As with a feraph's voice to fing ! 
To fly as on a cherub's wing ! 
Performing with unwearied hands 
The prefent Saviour's high commands* 

6 Yet, with thefe profpecls full in fight, 
We'll wait thy fignal for the flight ; 
For while thy fervice we purfue, 
fye find a heaven in all we do. 

D0DDR.X©Gfi. 



2ZA The Lord's Songs ^ 

HYMN CCIX. Firft Metre. 
Salvation Approaching. Rom. xiii. 1 1, 
i A WAKE, ye faints, and lift your eyes, 
jLJL And raife your voices high ; 
Awake, and praiie that fovereign love 
That fhows falvation nigh. 

2 On all the wings of time it flie^ ; 

Eagh moment brings it near ; 
Then welcome each declining day, 
And each revolving year. 

3 Not many years their round (hall run, 

Nor many mornings rife, 
Ere all its glories ftand reveal'd 
To our admiring eyes. 

4 Ye wheels of nature, fpeed your courfe : 

Ye mortal powers, decay ; 
Fall as ye bring the night of death, 
Ye tiring eternal day. 

Doddridge. 
HYMN CCX. Fifteenth Metre. 

The future Peace and Glory of ihe Church. 
Ifaiah lx. 15 — 2c. 
I T T EAR what God the Lord hath fpoken; 
AX O my people, faint and few, 
Comfortlefs, afflicted, broken, 
Fair abodes 1 build for you. 
Thorns of heart-felt tribulation 

Shall no more perplex your ways ; 
You mall name your walls, falvation, 
And your gates (hall all be praife. 



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There, like ftreams that feed trie garden, 

Pleafures without end fhall flow ; 
For the Lord, your faith rewarding, 

All his bounty fhall beftow : 
Still, in undifturb'd poffeflion, 

Peace and righteoufnefs fhall reign $ 
Never fhall you feel opprefiion — 

Hear the voice of war again. 

Ye, no more your fun defcending, 
Waning moons no more fhall fee ; 

But, your griefs forever ending, 
Find eternal noon in me. 

God fhall rife, and, fhining o'er you, 
Change to day the gloom of night j 

He, the Lord, fhall be your glory, 

: God, your everlafting light. 

HYMN CCXI. Fourteenth Metre. 
Prayer for Children. 

GRACIOUS Lord, our children fee « 
By thy mercy we are free ; 
But fhall thefe, alSs ! remain 
Subjects ftill of Satan's reign ? 
Ifrael's young ones, when, of old, 
Pharaoh threaten'd to withhold; 
Then thy meffenger faid, " No t 
Let the children alfo go." 

; When the angel of the Lord, 
Drawing forth his dreadful fword, 
Slew, with an avenging hand, 
AH the fiift-bora of the land 5 



226 The Lord's Songs, 

Then thy peoples doors he pafs'd, 
Where the bloody fign was placed. 
Hear us now, upon our knees, 
Plead the blood of Chrili for thefe ! 

3 Lord, we tremble, for we know 
How the fierce, malicious foe, 
Wheeling round his watchful flight, 
Keeps them ever in his fight. 
Spread thy pinions, King of Kings ; 
Hide them iafe beneath thy wings, 
Left the ravenous bird of prey 
Stoop, and bear the brood away. 

Cow PER** 

HYMN CCXIL Forty-eighth Metre. 
For a national Fajl Day. 
i TpvREADFUL, fin-chaftifing God, 
\_J If the decree is paft, 
If the long-impending rod 

Muft fcourge our land at !aft ; 
When thou rifeft to reprove 

The finners who thy judgments dare, 
Spare the remnant, LorTl, in love, 
Thy praying people fpare. 

2 If on fuch a land as this 

Thou muft avenged be, 
Yet preferve in perrecl peace, 

The fouls that truft in thee : 
Hide their precious lives above, 

And make them thy peculiar care 5 
Spare the remnant, Lord, in love \ 

Thy praying people Tpare. 



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3 Mark the men who deeply figh, 

Our nature's guilt to view ; 
Hear their deprecating cry, 

And fave the mournful few ; 
Far from them thy plague remove, 

The famine and the wafte of war * 
Spare the remnant, Lord, in love* 

Thy praying people fpare. 

. On thy little flock of fheep 

O let thy goodnefs mine ! 
SmHe on us, who wifh to weep 

Beneath the hand divine. 
Help us, O thou holy Dove, 

To breathe the much-availing prayer s 
Spare the remnant, Lord, in love, 

Thy praying people fpare. 

HYMN CCXIIL Forty-ninth Metre. 
The Lapfe of Time. 

COME, let us anew our journey purfue, 
Roll round with the year, 
And never ftand (till till our Mafter appear! 
His adorable will let us gladly fulfil, 

And our talents improve, [love 

By the patience of hope, and the labour of 

Our life is a dream, our time, as a ftream, 

Glides fwifdy away, 
And the fugitive moment refufes to ftay : 
The arrow is flows, the moment is gone ; 

The millennial year 
Rufhes oa to our view, and eternity's here ! 



5?. 1 3 The Lord's Shtgs 9 

3 O that each, in the day of his coming, may 

iay, 

" I hare fought my way through, 

u I have flniuVd the work thou didfi: give 

me to do V 9 [g^d word, 

O that each from his Lord may receive the 

" Well and faithfully done ; [throne. ,; 

Enter into my joy, and fit down on my 

HYMN CCXIV. Second Metre. 
Prayer anfivered iy Crojfes. 

1 T ASX'd the Lord that I might grow 
JL In faith and love and every grace ; 
Might more of his falvatiori know, 

And feek more earncltly his face. 

2 'Twas he who 'aught me thus to pray, 

And he, I truft. has anfwered prayer J 
But it has been in fuch a way 
As almoft drove me to defpair. 

3 I hop'd that in fome favour d hour, 

At once he'd grant me my requeft. 
And by his love's conftraining power 
Subdue my fins, and give me re. 

4. Tnftead of this, he made me feel 
The hidden evils of my heart, 
And let the angry powers of hell 
AiTault my foul in every part. 

5 Yea, more, with his own hand he feemM 
J ntent to aggravate my woe ; 



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CrofsM all the fair defigns I fehem'd, 
Blafted my gourds, and laid me low. 

6 * Lord ! why is this i" I trembling cry'd 5. 

" Wilt thou purfue thy worm to death ¥* 
" *Tis in this way," the Lord reply'd, 
" I anfwer prayer for grace and faith. 

7 " Thefe inward trials I employ 

From felf and pride to fet thee free ; 
And break thy fchemes of worldly joy. 
That thou may'ft fqek thy all in me." 

Newton 

KYMN CCXV. Forty-fifth Metre. 
Every Creature at God's Command, 
l TT^ LIJAH's example declares, 
l kj Whatever diftrefs may betide, 
The faints may commit all their cares 

To him who will always provide. 
When rain long withheld from the earth 

Occaflon'd a famine of bread, 
The Prophet, feeur'd from the dearth* 

By ravens was conftantly fed. 

7. More likely to rob than to fc^d 9 

Were ravens, who live upon prey ; 
But where the Lord's people have need, 

His goodnefs will find out a way. 
This inrlance to thofe may feem flrange* 

Who know not how faith can prevail ; 
But fooner all nature fhall change 

Than one of God's promifes fai-L 

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230 The Lord's Softgs 7 

3 Nor is it a lingular cafe ; 

The wonder is often renew'd ; 
And many may fay, to God's praife, 

By raveas he fendeth them food. 
Thus worldings, though ravens indeed, 

Though greedy and felfiflh their mind, 
If God has a fervant to fctd. 

Again ft their own wills can be kind. 

4 Thus Satan, the raven unclean, 

That croaks in the ears of the faints, 
O'errul'd by a power unfeen, 

Adminifters oft to their wants. 
God teaches them how to find food 

From all the temptations they feel : 
This raven, who thirds for my blood r 

Has help me to many a meal. 

5 How fafe and how happy are they 

the good Shepherd rely ! 
He'll give them out ftrength for their daj; 

Their wants be will iurely fupply. 
He, ravens and Tiom can tame ; 

All creatures obey his comman4 - 
Then let me rejoice in his ruame, 
And leave all my cares in his hand. 

Newton 

HYMN CCXVT. Firft Metre. 
They Jh all be mine, faith thz Lard. Malachi uL 

16— iS. 
1 *T "XT T HEN finners utter boafting words? 
V V And glory in their fhame, 
The Lord, well pleas'd, an ea: affords 
To thole who fear his name* 



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% They often meet to feek his face, 
And what they do, or fay, 
Is noted in his book of grace, 
Againft another day. 

3 For they by faith a day defcry, 

And joyfully expect, 
When he, defcending from the iky. 
His jewels will collect. 

4 Unnotic'd now, beeaufe unknown, 

A poor and fuitering few, 
He comes to claim them for his own, 
And bring them forth to view. 

5 With tranfport then their Saviour's care 

And favour they fhall prove ; 
As tender parents guard and fpare 
The children of their love. 

6 Affembled worlds will then difcern, 

The Taints alone are bleft ; 
When wrath fhall like an oven burn,/ 
And vengeance ftrike the reft. 

Newtoh, 

HYMN CCXVII. Second Metre. 

jfehovah-Tfidhnu* Jerern. xxiii. 6. 

1 T" ET others in their brighteft drefs, 
JL_j The excellence of creatures, fhine 5 
The Lord fhall be my nghteoufnefs, 
The Lord hirnfelf, forever mine. 



ail The Lord's Son^s^ 

2 A righteoufnefs cf equal date 

With Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft, 
As God himfelf, myfterious. great, 
Is this, that fave* the finncr Ipit ! 

3 The everlafting righteoufnefs, 

By the Redeemer's blood brought in. 
Has wrought on earth aijurance, peace, 
Tranigreffion nninVJ, ended fin. 

4 Whilft faints' and angels' rightecufnel* 

A guilty world proclaims aloud, 
My tongue lhall talk alone of this — 
Foundation of the mount of God J 

^ Drop down, ye heavens, from above, 

Pour down through all the op'ning ikies. 
And fill the earth with light and love, 
As waters cover all the feas ! 

$ Sing, O ye heavens — 'tis deep and high! 
More than the .waters of the iloou 1 
Shout, all the earth — behold, 'tis nigh I 
It co^r-es to men, the gift of God I 

A. 

HYMN CCXVIII. Forty-eighth Metre. 
The Backfider's Prayer. 
i TESUS, let thy pitying eye 
J Call back a wandering £Leepj 
Jalfe to thee like Peter, I- 
Wfuld *aia like Peter weep j 



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JLet me be by grace reftor'd, 

On me be all its freenefs fiiown % 

Turn and look upon me, Lord, 
And break my heart of ftone, 

\ Saviour, Prince, enthroned above, 

Repentance to impart, 
Give me, through thy dying love, 

The humble, contrite heart ; 
Give what 1 have long implored, 

A portion of thy love unknown ; 
Turn and look upon me, Lord, 

And break my heart of flone. 

See me, Saviour, from above, 

Nor fuffer me to die ; 
Life, and happinefs, and love, 

Srnile in thy gracious eye : 
Speak the reconciling word, 

And let thy mercy melt me down % 
Turn and look upon me, Lord, 

And break my heart of ftone. 

Loot, as with that pitying eye, 

Which closed that we might live % 
Speak, as at the point to die, 

" Father, " thou faid'ft, « Forgive !" 
Yea, as with that dying word, 

He turns, and looks, and cries, "'Tisdone!** 
O ! my loving, bleeding Lord, 

This breaks my heart of (lone. 

- A, 
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234 The Lord's Sings, 

' HYMN CCXIX. Fifty-Era Metre- 
Adoption. 
\ " ET others boait their ancient line, 
\ a In long fucceffion great ; 
In the proud lift lee heroes fhine, 
And monarchs fwell the tlate ; 
Defended from the King of King** 
Each faint a nobler title Gogs. 

■+ Pronounce me, gracious God, thy fon, 

Own me an heir divine ; 
I'll pity princes on the throne, 

When I can call thee mine ; 
•Sceptres and crowns unenvied rife* 
And lofe their luftre in mine eyes. 

3 Content, obfeure, I pafs my days, 

To all 1 meet, unknown, 
And wait till thou thy child fhalt raife, 

And feat me near thy throne : 
No name, no honours, here I crave, 
Well pleas'd wick thofe beyond the grave. 

4 Jefus, my elder brother, lives ; 

With him I too ihall icign ; 
Nor fin, nor death, while he furvives, 

Shall make the promife vain : 
In him xny title (lands fecure, 
And ihall, while endlefs years endure. 
j When he, in robes divinely bright, 
Shall once again appear, 
Thou too, my foul, fhalt fhine in light, 
;.... . Y.- full image bear. 



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Enough ! — I wait th' appointed day ; 
Blefs'd Saviour, hafte and come away. v 

Crutt£nden- 

HYMN CCXX. Fifty Second Metre. 
Dijlinguijhing Grace. Jer. xxxvii. 
3 T N fongs of fublime adoration and praife, 
X Ye pilgrims, for Sion who prefs, [Days, 
Break forth and extol the Great Ancient of 
His rich and diftinguifhing grace. 

2 His love, from eternity fix'd upon you, 

Broke forth and difcovered its flame, 
When each with the cords of his kindnef-j 
he drew, 
And brought you to know his great name., 

3 O had he not pitied the ftate you were in, 

Your bofoms his love had ne'er felt ; 
You all would have hVd, would have dy'd 
too, in fin, 
And funk with the load of yomr guilt. 

4 What is there in you that could gain his ef 

teem, 
Or give the Creator delight ? 
; Twas "even fa, Father, "you ever muftfing, 
" Becaufe it feem'd good in thy fight." 

5 'Twas all of thy grace we were brought to 

obey, 
While others were fuffer'd to go [way, 
The road which by nature we chofe as our 
Which leads to the regions of woe. 



236 The Lord's Songs , 

6 Then give all the glory tp his holy name \ 
To him all the glory belongs; [fame,- 
Be yours the high joy Mill to found forth his 
And crown him in each of your fongs. 

Kennedw 

HYMN CCXXL Twenty-fecend Metre. 
Lo, He comrth. 

1 T O ! He cometh ! countlefs trumpets 

E 1 Blow before the bloody fign ; 
'Miclft ten thoufand faints and angels 
See the crucified ihine ; 
Hallelujah, 
Welcome, welcome, bleeding Lamb \ 

2 Now his merit by the harpers, 

Through th* eternal deep refounds ; 
Now refplendent fhine his nail-prints ; 

Every eye (hall fee his wounds; 
They who piere'd him 
Shall at his appearance wail. 

3 Full of joyful expectation, 

" Saints behold r.he Judge appear ; 
Truth and jufrice go before him ; 
Now the joyful fentence hear ; 
Hallelujah, 
Welcome, welcome, Judge Divine, 

4 " Come, ye blefled of my Father, 

" Enter into life and joy ; 
*< Banifh all your fears and forrows % 

" Endiefs praife be your employ : 
"You have own'd me — 
*' Welcome, welcome to t&e ikies/* 



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Now at once they rife to glory ; 

Jefus brings them to the King ; 
There, with all the hofts of heaven, 
They eternal anthems fmg : 
Hallelujah, 
Boundleis glory to the Lamb.* 

Rippon's Collection- 



* In Law's CoUeSion, from the third verfetothc 
end, it is thus : 

EVERY ifland, fea and mountain, 
Heaven and earth, fhall flee away • 

All who hate him, rxmft, afhamed, 
Hear the trump proclaim the day. 

Come to judgment, come, &c. come, &c* 

Stand before the Son of Man. 

. Saints, who love him, view his glory, 
Shining in his bruifed face ; 
His dear perfon, on the rainbow, 

Now his people's head fhall raife. 
Happy mourners, happy, Sec. happy, &c* 
Lo, in clouds he comes, he comes. 

Now redemption, long expe&ed, 

See in folemn pomp appear : 
All his people, once rejected, 

Now fhall meet him in the air* 
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, 
Now the promis'd kingdom's come* 



a%% The Lord's Sengs, 

$ View him fmiling, now determined 

Every evil to deftroy ; 
All the nations now fhall fmg him 

Songs of cverlailing joy. [quickly, 

O come quickly, O come quickly, O come 
Hallelujah, come, Lord, come. 

HYMN CCXXII. Twenty-fecond Metre, 

Day of Judgment, 

1 T\ AY of Judgment \ day of wonders J 
X-J Hark, the trumpet's awful found, 
Louder than a thoufand thunders. 

Shakes the vaft creation round ! 
How the fummons 
Will the finner's heart confound^ 

2 See the Judge our nature wearing, 

Cloth'd in majefty divine ! 
Ycu, who long for his appearing, 

Then mail fay, •" This God is mine l n 
Gracious Saviour, 
Own me tn that day for thine i 

3 At £is call the dead awaken, 

Rift to life from earth and fea : 
All the powers of nature, fhaken 

By his looks, prepare to flee : 
Carelefs (inner,- 
What will then become of thee ? 

4 Horrors, paft imagination, 

Will furprift your trembling heart, 
When yau-hear your condemnation, 
* f Hence, accurfed wretch, depart? 



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H Thou with Satan 

w And his angels, have thy part ! " 

5 But to thofe who have confefTed, 

Lov'd and ferv'd, the Lord below, 
He will jay, " Come nea^, ye bleffed, 
«• See the kingdom 1 beftow : 
* l You forever 

* Shall my love and glory know." 

6 Under forrows and reproaches, 

May this thought our courage raife — * 
Swiftly God's Great Day approaches ; 
Sighs (hall then be chang'd to praife : 
May we triumph 
When the world is in a blaze. 

Newtow* 

HYMN CCXXIII. Second Metre. 
The Death of Saints. 

i /^\UR life's a cry, a groan, a figh ; 
\J We live, and then begin to die ; 
Death fteals upon us while we're green, 
Behind us digs a grave unfeen. 

2 But oh ! how great a mercy this, 
That death flxmld be a gate to blifs ! 
While yet the body's fcatce undre&'d, 
The foul afeends to heavenly reft. 

3 The Saints ! death fwallows up their fears* 
Their grave-clothes wipe away their tears j 
Why fhould they fear this parting pain f 

jo die that they may live again i 



24° The Lcrd's Songs? 

4 Ah ! how the Refurrection Light 
Will clarify believers' fight : 
How joyful then will they arife, 
And rub the dull from off their eyes* 

5 Their fouls and bodies they may truft 
With him who numbers every dud ; 
Affur'd that he the charge will keep ;. 
Their death is but a friendly deep. 

HYMN CCXXIV. Fifty-third Metre. 
High Praifds. 
1 O ING, my foul, thy Saviour's merit, 
O Glory, glory, glory ; 
Peace it gives my troubled fpirit, 

Glory, glory, glory ! 
Sprinkled with his precious blood, 

Glory, glory, glory ; 
Reft [ rind in thee, my God, 

Glory, glory, glory ! 

2 Cry, ye Saints, whilft he is pleading, 

Worthy, worthy, worthy ; 
With the Father interceding — 

Worthy, worthy, worthy ! 
He, the fpotlefs Lamb of God, 

Worthy, worthy, worthy ; 
Lov'd, and wafh'd us in his blood* 

Worthy, worthy,, worthy. 

3 Say, O every creature living, 
Glory, glory, glory ; 
Bleffing, honour and thankfgiving, 
Glory, glory, glory I 



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Holy is the Lord of Hoft, 

Holy, holy, holy ; 
Father, Son and Holy Ghoft, 

Holy, holy, holy. 

4 Bleffed be the God of heaven, 
Bleffed, bleffed, bleffed, 
Who has all our fins forgiven ; 

' Bleffed, bleffed, bleffed ; 
Praifed be his holy name ; 
Praifed, praifed, praifed, 
Now and evermore, amen ; 

Praifed, praifed, praifed. A, 

IrlYMN CCXXV. Fifty-fourth Metre. 
The Chr'ijlian Lotiging to depart. 
i XT' A INT is my head* and fick my heart, 
JL Whilft thou doft ever, ever ftay ! 
Fixt in my foul I feel the dart ; 

Groaning I feel it night and day ; 
Come, Lord, and fhow thyfelf to me, 
Or take me up to thee. 

% Canft thou withhold thy healing grace, 
So kindly lavifh of thy blood ; 
When, fwiftly trickling down thy face. 

For fin the purple current flowed ? 
Gome, Lord, and fhew thyfelf to me, 
Or take me up to thee. 

3 O loofe this frame, life's knot untie ; 
That my free foul may ufe her wing* 

Y 



24-2 The Lord's Scngs^ 

Now pinion'd with mortality, 

A weak, entangled wretched thing i 

Gome, JLord, and ihew thyfelf to rue, 
Or take me up to thee, 

4 Why fhould I longer flay and groan ? 

The moil of me to heaven is fled : 
My thoughts and joys are thither gone ; 

To all below I now am dead : 
Come, Lord, and fhew thyfelf to me, 

Or take me up to thee. 

HYMN CCXXVI. Thirty-fifth Metre, 

The heavenly Lover. 

1 TTE dies ! the friend of finners dies ! 

X jL Lo, Salem's daughters weep around j 
A folemn darknefs veils the ikies I 

A fudden trembling makes the ground ! 
Come, faints, and drop a tear or two, 

For him who groan'd beneath your load I 
He fhed a thoufand drops for you, 

A thoufand drops of richer blood ! 

2 Here's love and. grief beyond degree ; 

The Lord of glory dies for men ! 
Eut lo ! what fudden joys we fee I 

Jefus, the dead, revives again ! 
The rifing Sod fcrlakes the tomb : 

Up to his Father's court he 7 flies ; 
Cherubic legions guard him home, 

And fliout him welcome to the ikies ! 



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3 Break off your tears, ye faints, and tell 
How high our great Deliverer reigns ! 
Sing how he fpoii'd the hofts of hell, 

And led the moniier, Death, in chains ! 
Say, V Live forever, wonderous King, 

Born to redeem, and ftrong to fave I" 
Then afk the monfter, "Where's thy fling * 
And where's thy victory, boafting grave V 9 

Wattsc 

HYMN CCXXVIL Thirteenth Metre. 
E after -day 
J r^i HRIST the Lord is rifen to-day, 
V-/ Sons of men, and angels, fay I 
Raife your joys and triumphs high ; HaL 
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. 

2 Lovers redeeming work is done, 
Fought the fight, the battle won 5 

Lo ! the fun's eclipfe is o'er, Hallelujaho 
Lo ! he fits in blood no more. 

3 Vain the ftone, the watch, the feal ; 
Chrift hath burft the gates of hell : 
Death in vain forbids his rife, Hallelujaho 
Chrift Has open'd Paradife. 

4 Lives again our glorious King. , 
Where, O death, is now thy fting ! 

Once he dy'd our fouls to fave: Hallelujah. 
Where thy victory, O grave ! 

£ Soar we now where Chrift has led, 
Following our exalted Head : 
Made like him, like him we rife, Hallelujah, 
Ours the crofs, the grave, the ikies, 



244 The Lord's Songs, 

6 What though once we perifh'd all, 
Partners of our parent's fall ; 

Second life let us receive, Hallelujahs 

In our heavenly Adam live. 

7 Hail, the Lord of earth and heaven I 
Praife to thee by both be given ! 

Thee we greet triumphant now, Hallelujah* 
Hail the refurrecrion — thou ! 

HYMN CCXXVIII. Forty-fifth Metre. 
The fame Subject. 
i T) EHOLD ! the bright morning appears, 
J3 And JeTus revives from the grave ; 
His rifmg removes all our fears, 

And fhows him almighty to fave, 
How tlrong were his tears and his cries ! 

The worth of his blood, how divine ! 
How perfect is his facririee, 

Who rofe, though he fuffer'd for fin : 

2 The Man who was crowned with thorns, 

The Man who on Calvary dy'd ; 
The Man who bore fcaurging and fcorn, 

Whom finners agreed to deride ; 
Now bleffed forever is made, 

And life has rewarded his pain ; 
Now glory has crowned his head ; 

Heaven fings of the Lamb that was flam. 

3 Believing, we fliare in his joy ; 

By faith we partake of his reft ; 
In hope we can cheerfully die ; 
With him we expect to bleft* 



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This makes us regardlefs of fame, 
And riches and honours defpife ; 

We fuffer for Jefus Chrift's name, 
And die that with him we may rife. 

4 We wait for his coming again, 

To raife us in glory with him ; 
Then gladnefs his faints fliall obtain, 

His foes fhall be clothed with fhame. 
Then fhall his afflicted and poor, 

From duft and the dunghill be rais'd j 
Their want and difgrace are no more : 

By him they with princes are plac'd. 

5 Then will he moQ: fully reward 

The kindneffes done to his name ; 
For faithfully he has declar'd, 

He takes them as deeds done to him 5 
c{ Ye bleft of my Father, come near, 

Sit down on my heavenly throne, 
Inherit the kingdom prepar'd 

For thofe who delio-ht in his Son." 



'O* 



6 Then let us look forward to this, 
And joyfully take up the crofs ; 
His fervants mail be where he is, 

And all that we lofe is but drofs, 
They ? re honour'd whom he fhall approve i 

Their riches fhall never decay ; 
Their joy is complete in his love, 
Their tears fhall be all wip'd away. 

Hart, 

Y % 



£4-6 The Lord's Songs? 

HYMN CCXXIX. Second Metre. 

R'furre8ion and dfcenfion. Pfalm xxiv, 

1 f^\ UR Lord is rifen from the dead, 
\^J Our Jefus is gone up on high ; 

The powers of hell are captive led, 
Dragged to the portals of the fky. 

2 There his triumphal chariot waits, 

And angels chant the folejnn lay, 
" Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates ; 
Ye everlafling doors, give way !" 

3 Loofe all your bars of maffy light, 

And wide unfold the radiant fcene ; 
Ke claims thofe manfions as his right ; 
Receive the King of Glory in. 

4 " Who is the King of Glory, who V 

The Lord, that all his foes o'ercame ; 
The world, fin, death and hell o'erthrew ; 
And Jefus is the conqueror's name. 

5 Lo ! his triumphal chariot waits, 

And angels chant the folemn lay, 
u Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates ; 
Ye everlafling doors, give way \ i$ 

6 " Who is the King of Glory, who ?" 

The Lord, of boundlefs power pofTeft* 
The King of faints and 'angels too, 
Goci over all, forever bleit. 



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HYMN CCXXX. Fourteenth Metre. 
Afcenfian. 
1. "] J" AIL the day that fees him rife, 
X JL RavinYd from our wifhful eyes 1 
Chrift, awhile to mortals given, 
Re-afcends his native heaven : 
There the pompous triumph waits ; 
" Lift your heads, eternal gates I 
M Wide unfold, the radiant fcene, 
? 6 . Take the King of Glory in i" 

2 Him* ;hough higheft heaven receives, . 
Still he icves the earth he leaves ; 
Though returning to his throne, 

Still he calls the world his own : 
Still for us he intercedes, 
Prevalent his death he pleads ; 
Next himlelf prepares cur place, 
Harbinger of human race, 

3 Matter, (may we ever fay) 
Taken from our head to-day, 
See thy faithful fervants, fee, 
Ever gazing up to thee i 

Grant, though parted from our fight, 
High above yon azure height, 
Grant, our hearts may thither rife, 
Following thee above the fkies. 

4 Ever upward let us rnovej 
Wafted on the wings of love ; 
Looking when our Lord fhall come, 
Longing for a happier heme, 



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There we fh^ll with thee remain, 
Partners of thine endlefs reign ; 
There thy f ace unclouded fee, 
Find our heaven of heavens in thee. 

HYMN CCXXXI. Seventh Metre. 
Intercfjfion. 

1 T TEAR, O heavens ! O earth, attend I 
XjL Nations, hear the joyful found ! 
Chrift who died is rifen again, 

And with endlefs glory crown'd. 

2 See ! our IntercefTor lives, 

Hear him plead before the throne ! 
u Father, fave my guilty flock, 
" Save, for now thy will is done. 

3 " Thefe are they whom I have lov'd, 

" They whom thou to me didft give ; 
" Thefe I purchafed with my blood ; 
il Since I died, O let them live !" 

4 "Juft, O well belov'd, thy plea, 

"Juft whate'er thy lips can crave ; 
" Thou haft died for guilty men, 
"Now I can be juft, and fave." 

5 Bleffed God ! what grace is here ! 

How fha!l finners grateful prove 1 
How that gratitude exprefs 
For thy rich, preventing love ? 

6 How ! but by their love to thee, 

To thy people, to thy laws, 
Daily taking up their crofs, 

Gladly fuffering for thy eaqfe r 



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HYMN CCXXXIL Thirty-full Metre. 
Whitfunday. 
1 TESUS, we hang upon the word 

J Our longing fouls have heard from thee ; 
Be mindful of thy promife, Lord, 

Thy* promife made to fuch as me : 
Thy followers, who thy fteps purfue. 
And would believe that God is true. 

I Thou faidft, " I will the Father pray, 
'•And he the comforter mall give, 
^ Shall give him in your hearts to ftay, 
"And never more his temples leave : 
" Myfelf will to my children come, 
f 1 And make you my eternal home." 

3 Come then, dear Lord, thyfelf reveal, 

And let thy promife now take place -, f 

Be it according to thy will, 

According t® thy word of grace ; 
Thy forrowful difciples cheer, 
And fend us down the Comforter. 

4 He vifits now the troubled breaft, 

And oft relieves our fad complaint ; 
But foon we Icfe the tranilent gueft, 

But foon we droop again and taint : 
Pvepeat the melancholy moan — 
'• Cur joy is fled, our comfort gone." 

5 Send him, O Lord, into each heart, 

Our fure, infep arable guide : 



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O may we meet and never part 1 
O may he in our hearts abide, 
And keep his houfe of praife and prayer, 
And reft and reign forever there ! 

HYMN CCXXXIII. Second Metre. 

The Worfljip of Heaven. John xvii. 24. 

1 f^\ FOR a fweet, infoiring ray, 
\_J To animate our feeble drains, 
From the bright realms of endlefs day, 

The bli&ful realms where Jefus reigns. 

2 There low before his glorious throne 

Adoring faints and angels fall, 
And with delightful worihip own 

His firrile their blifs, their heaven, their all* 

3 Immortal glories crown his head, 

While tuneful hallelujahs rife, 
And lore, and joy, and triumph, fpread 
Through all the aifemblies of the fides. 

4 He fmiles, and feraphs tune their fongs 

To boundlefs rapture while they gaze j 
Ten thoufand thoufand joyful tongues 
Refound his everlafting praife. 

5 There all the ranfom'd of the Lamb 

Shall join at lad the heavenly choir ; 
O may the joy-infpiring theme 

Awake our faith, and warm defire ! 



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Dear Saviour, let thy Spirit feal 
Our intereit in that blifsful place : 

Till death remove this mortal veil, 
And we behold thy lovely face. 

Mrs. Steele. 

HYMN CCXXXIV. Firft Metre. 
The Mejfage of drift. Ifaiah Ixi. I. 

HAPvK, the glad found ! the SaviVur 
The Saviour promised long ! [comes, 
Let every heart prepare a throne, 
And ev'ry voice a fong. 

2 On him the Spirit, largely po.ur'd, 
Exerts its facred fire ; 

Wifdom and might, and zeal and lovci, 
His holy breaft infpire* x 

3 He comes, the prifoners to releafe, 
In Satan's bondage held ; 

The gates of brafs before him burft, 
The iron fetters yield. 

4 He comes, ffom thickeft films of vice 
To clear the mental ray, 

And on the eye-balls of the blind 
To pour celeftial d^y. 

He comes, the broken heart to bind, 

The bleeding foul to cure ; 
And with the treafures of his grace' 

T' inrich the humble poor. 



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6 Our glad hofannas y Prince of Peace r 
Thy welcome fhall proclaim, 
And heaven's exalted arches ring 
With thy beloved name. 

Doddridge. 

HYMN CCXXXV. Fourteenth Metre, 
The Nativity of Chnjl. 
I TTARK ! the huald-angels fing, 
XJl " Glory to the new-b©rn King ; 
" Peace on earth, and mercy mild ; 
u God and finncrs reconcil'd." 
Joyful, all ye nations, rife ; 
Join the triumph of the fkies : 
With th' ancrelic hofl: proclaim^ 
u Chrift is born in Bethlehem i" 

2 CI 1 heaven ador'd, 
Chrif:, tne cverlafting Lord ; 
Late in time behold him come, 
Offspring of a virgin's womb : 
Veil'd in flefli the Godhead fee ; 
Hail th' incarnate Deity ! 
Pleas'd as man with men to appear, 
Jefus onr Immanuel here. 

3 Hail, the heaven-bor'n Prince of Peace 3 
Hail, the Sun of Righteonfnefs ! 
Light and lif. to all he brings, 
Ris'n with healing in his wings : 
Mild he lays his glory by, 
Born that man no more may die 5 
Born to raife the fons of earth ; 
Bom to give them fecond birth. 



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4 Come, Defire of nations, come, 
Fix in us thy humble home ; 
Rife, the woman's conquering feed, 
Bruife in us the ferpent's head : 
Adam's likenefs now efface ; 
Stamp thine image in its place 5 
Second Adam from above, 
Re-inftate us in thy love. 

Wesley's Collection/ 

HYMN CCXXXVI. Fourteenth Metre. 
The fame Subjeft* 

1 /""^ OME, thou long expected Jefus, 
\^/ Born to fet thy people free ; 
From our fears and fins rele&fe us, 

Let us find our reft in thee ! 
IfraePs ftrength and confolation, 

Hope of all Lie earth thou art ; 
Dear Defire of every nation, 

Joy of every longing heart I 

2 Born thy people to deliver, 

Born a child, and yet a king ; 
Born to reign in us forever, 

Now thy gracious kingdom bring ! 
By thine own eternal Spirit 

Rule in all our hearts alone ; 
By thine all-fufficient merit, 

Raife us to thy glorious throne. 

Madam's Collection- 

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HYMN CCXXXVII. Fifty-fifth Metre. 
The fame Subjefi. 
i T IFT up your heads in joyful hope, 
1 J Salute the happy morn ; 
Each heavenly power 
Proclaims the glad hour, 
Lo ! Jefus the Saviour is born ! 

2 All. glory be to God on high ; 

. To him all praife is due ; 
The promife is ieai'd, 
The Saviour's reveaPd, 
And proves that the record is true, 

3 Let jcy around like rivers flow, 

Flow on, and ft 111 iricreafe ; 
Spread o'er the glad earth, 
At Jefus's birth, 
For heaven and earth are at peace. 

4 Now the goodwill of Heaven is fhown 

Towards Adam's helplefs race ; 
Mcffiah is come 
To ranfom his own, 
To fave them by infinite grace, 

5 Then let us join the heavens above, 

Where hymning ieraphs fing — 
Join all the glad powers, 
For their Lord is ours, 
Our prophet, our prieft, and our king,- 



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HYMN CCXXXVIII. Seventh Metre. 

The Chrlftian's Piofpefis. 

f /CHILDREN of the Heavenly King, 
\^/ As you journey, fweetly ling : 
Sing your Saviour's worthy praife, 
Glorious in his works and ways. 

2 Ye are travelling home to God, 
In the way the fathers trod ; 
They are happy now, and ye 
Soon their happinefs fhall fee. 

3 O ye banifli'd feed, be glad ! 
Chrift our advocate is made ; 
Us to fave, our flefh a/fumes, 
Brother to our fouls becomes. 

4 Shout, ye little flock and bleft, 
You on Jefus* throne fhall reft t 
There your feat is now prepar'd, 
There a kingdom, your reward. 

5 Fear not, brethren, joyful ftand 
On the border of your land : 
Jefus Chrift,- your Father's Son, 
Bids you undifmay'd go on. 

$ Lord, obedient we will go, 
Gladly leaving all below ; 
Only thou our leader be, 
And we ftill will follow thee. 



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HYMN CCXXXIX. Yirft Metre. 
The Worldling. 

XVjL And now, for many year?, 
Soul, eat and drink, and take thine cafe, 
Secure from wants and fears. " 

2 Thus whilft a worldling boaftcd once, 
As many now prcfume, 
He heard the Lord himfelf pronounce 
His fudden, awful doom 3 

"This night, vain fool, thy foul mud paft 

Into a world unknown ; 
And who (hall then the (lores poffefs , 

Which thou haft call'd thme own f 

4 Thus blinded mortals fondly fcheme 
For happinefs below ; 
Till death diilnrbs the pleafing dream, 
And they awake to woe. 

r Ah ! who can fpeak the vaft difmay 
That fills the hnner's mind, 
When, torn by death's ftrong hand away, 
He leaves his all behind. 

6 Wretches, who cleave to earthly things, 

But are not rich to God ; 
Their dying hour is full of flings, 
And hell their dark abode. 

7 Dear Saviour, make us timely wife, 

Thy gofpel to attend, 



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Tha^ we may live above the Qciet, 
When this poor life fiiall end. 

Newton- 



HYMN CCXL. Firft Metre, 

Abraham and Seed. 

I "TXT HEN God the faithful patriarch chofe^ 

V V And call'd him for his own ; 
« Abram," he faid, « I'll be thy God, 
And thou (halt be my fon. 

Z " My covenant I will make with thee, 
To give thee Canaan's reft ; 
In thee, and in thy glorious ft^d f 
The nations fhall be hleft. 

3 c< Before me walk, and perfect be ; 

Obey my word divine ; 
And circumcife thyfelf to me, 
And mark thy fons for mine. 

4 " For to thy bonds and trials great 

I will inure thy feed ; 
And this fure evidence they fhall bear,^ 
That they are mine indeed.' '■ 

5 This bleflmg, Lord, of Abraham, now. 

To Gentiles thou doft give ! 
Our children we will bring to thee, 
Thy bleffing to receive. 

A* 

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HYMN CCXLI. Firft Metre. 
Hejhqllfeed his Fled like a ShepJjerd. Ifai.xl.i 1. 

1 r\ UR Shepherd, whilft he feeds his flock, 
V,/ Behold his tender cares i 

The lambs he gathers in his arms, 
And in his boibm bears. 

2 " Forbid them, not," he fays, " to come— 

Them will I own and blefs ; 
Of inch my kingdom is composed, 
The heirs of rightecufnefs. 

3 " In all my promifes of good, 

Made to my friends below, 

Could 1 forest, and not include 

Their infant offspring too i 

4 "Whilft in their fufferings for my fake. 

Their ked fo deeply fhare ; 
Could I be theirs, and to their babes 
Refufe my covenaat-care ?! 

*; Lord, 'tis enough ; we f*fely may 
Confide them to thy love ; 
Thankful that now they bear the feal 
Of bleffings from above. 

A. 

HYMN CCXLII. Second Metre, 
Jcho<oah*Jefui. 
I T\ /T Y fong ihall blefs the Lord of all, 
J3 JL My. praife fhall climb to his abode ; 
Thee, Saviour, by this name I call, 
The Great Supreme, the Mighty God. 



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2 Without beginning or decline, 

CbjecT of faith, and not of fenfe ; 
Eternal ages law him iliine, 
He {nines eternal ages hence. 

3 As much, when in the manger laid, 

Almighty ruler of the fky, 
As when the fix days' work he made 
FilPd all the morning (lars with joy. 

4 Of all the crowns Jehovah bears, 

Salvation is his deareit claim ; 
That gracious found well pl.eas'd he hears, 
And owns Emmanuel for his name. 

5 A cheerful confidence I feel, 

My well plac'd hopes with joy I fee ; 
My bofom glows with heavenly zeal 
To worlhip him who died for me. 

6 As man he pities my complaint ; 

His power and truth are all divine ; 
He will not fail, he cannot faint ; 
Salvation's fure, and mtiil be mine. 

COW PES., 

HYMN CCXLIII. Seventh Metre. 
Redeeming Love. 
1 "VTOW begin the heavenly theme, 
JlNI Sing aloud of Jetus' name i 
Ye, who his falvation prove, 
Triumph in redeeming love. 



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2 Ye, wno fee the Father's grace 
Beaming in the Saviour's face, 
As to Canaan on ye move, 
Praife and blefs redeeming love. 

3 Ye, alas ! who long have been 
Willing flaves of death and fin, 
Now from bliis no longer rove- 
Stop, and tafte redeeming love. 

4 Welcome all by fin opprefs'd, 
Welcome to his facred reft ; 
Nothing brought him from above, 
Nothing but redeeming love. 

5 When his Spirit leads us home, 
When to glory we are come, 
We (hall all the fulnefs prove 
Of our Lord's redeeming love. 

6 Hither, then, your mufic briAg ; 
Strike aloud each cheerful ftring ! 
Mortals, join the hoft above, 
Join to praife redeeming love. 

HYMN CCXLIV. Second Metre. 

I'cmptitioiu 

i rpHE billows fwell, the winds are high, 

X Clouds overcaft my wintry (ky ; 

Out of the depths to thee I call ; 

My fears are great, my ftrength is fmall. 

t O Lord, the pilot's part perform, 

And guide and guard me through the ftorm i 



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Defend me from each threatening 111, 
Controul the waves, fay, " Peace ; be full" 

3 Am idfl: the roaring of the fea, 

My foul it ill hangs her hope on thee ; 
Thy conftantlove, thy faithful care. 
Is all that faves me from defpair. 

4 Dangers of every fhape and name 
Attend the followers of the Lamb, 
Who leave the world's deceitful fhore. 

And leave it to return no more. 

4 
Though tempeft-tofs'd and half a wreck, 
My Saviour through the floods I feek ; 
Let neither winds nor ftormy main 
force back my fhatter'd bark again. 

Cowpe*, 

HYMN CCXLV. Second Metre, 
Looking upward in a Sto?*m. 
I f^i O.D of my life, to thee I call, 
Vjr Affii&ed at thy feet I fall ; 
When the great water-floods prevail, 
Leave not my trembling heart to fail I 

Friend of the friendlefs and the faint I 
"Where fhould I lodge my deep complaint I 
"Vyhere but with thee, whofe open door 
Invitfes the helplefs and the poor I 

3 Did ever mourner plead with thee, 
A-nd thou refufe that mourner's plea ? 
Does not the word flill tix'd remain, 
That none fhall feek thy face in vain ? 



t€2 The Lord's Songs, 

4 That were a grief I could not bear, 
Didlt thou not hear and anfwer prayer • 
But a prayer-hearing, anfwering God, 
Supports me under every load. 

5 Fair is the lot that's caft for me ; 
I have an advocate with thee ; 
They whom the world carefles molt, 
Have no fuch privilege to boaft. 

9 Poor though I am, defpis'd, forgot, 
Yet God, my God, forgets me not ; 
And he is fife, and mult fucceed, 
For whom the Lord vouchfafes to plead. 

CowrFg., 

HYMN CCXLVI. Fifty-fcrenlh Metre. 
Canaan. 

1 /">OME, let us with fpeed our journey gq 
V_j on, 

Go on, go on to Canaan ; 
Pilgrims ne'er reft till their journey is donCj 

Till fafe they arrive at their home : 
Canaan ! Canaan, Emmanuel's land ! 

God fpeed us fafe to Canaan. 

2 Glad tiding we hear from Canaan the bleft, 

Good news, good news from Canaan : 
That in the good land the weary rind reft, 

And we (hall reft in Canaan : 
Canaan ! Canaan ! to th' people of God 

A reft remains in Canaan* 



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3 We there in that goodly mountain fhall dwell, 

Snail dwell, fhall dwell in Canaan : 
And there we (hall drink of Bethlehem's well,' 

Shall drink full draughts in Canaan : 
Canaan ! Canaan ! their fins are forgiven 

Who dwell in bleffed Canaan. 

4 Our health will recover, Gilead's balm 

Will Heal, will lieal in Canaan : 
The grapes of Efhcol envigour and warm, 

Our youth renew in Canaan : 
Canaan ! Canaan ! there's plenty of bread, 

And milk and honey in Canaan. 

5 Our mourning will end, and there we will 
ling, 

Will fing, will fing in Canaan : 
With joy will enter the realms of our King, 

With morning come to Canaan : 
Canaan ! Canaan, our heavenly ho^ T 

We long to fee our Canaan. 

6 Then let us with diligence labour and feek/ 
And feek, and feek for Canaan : 

Be fure that we all the language can fpeak, 
Th > unlifping tongue of Canaan : 

Canaan ! Canaan, the promifed land ! 
O when fhall w T e find Canaan ! 



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HYMN CCXLViL Firft Metre. 
The hidden Life. 

O tell the Saviour all my wants, 
How pleafing is the talk 1 



264 The Lord's Songs, 

Nor lefs to praife him when he grants 
Beyond what I can afk. 

2 My labouring fpirit vainly feeks 

To tell but half the joy ; 
With how much tenderneii he fpeaks, 
And helps me to reply. 

3 Nor were it wife, nor ihould I choofe 

Such fecrets to declare ; 
Like precious wines, their tafle they lofe 
Expos'd to open air. 

4 But. this with boldnefs I proclaim, 

Nor care if thoufands hear — 
S^-eet is the ointment of his name ; 
Not life is half ib dear. 

C0WPER1 

HYMN CCXLV1II. Thirtieth Metre. 
Bartimcut. 
ERCY, O thou Son of David !" 



"M ; 



b blind Bartimeus pray'd J 
" Others by thy word are faved, 

Now to me afford thine aid ;" 
Many for his crying chid him, 

But he cali'd the louder (till ; 
Till the gracious Saviour bid him, 

" Come, and afk me what you will/' 

Money was not what he wanted, 
Though by begging us'd to live ; 

But he aik'd, and Jefus granted, 
Alms which none but he could give % 



A CcUeaton. ±6$ 

**Lord, remove this grievous blindnefs* 
Let my eyes behold the day ;** 

Straight he faw, and, won by kindnefs* 
Followed Jefus in the way. 

O ! rnethinks I hear him praifmg, 

Publifiring to all around, 
u Friends, is not my cafe amazing ? 

What a Saviour 1 have found ! 
Oh ! that all the blind but knew him. 

And would be advis'd by me ! 
Surely would they haflen to him, 

He would caufe them all to fee." 

Newton 

HYMN CCXLiX. Firft Metre. 

For trefervation at Sea. 
"OW are thy fervants bleft, O Lord ! 
How hi re is their defence 1 
Eternal wifdom is their £uide, 
Their help Omnipotence. 

2 Think, O my foul, devoutly think, 

How, with affrighted eyes, 
Thou faw'ft the wide-extended deep 
In all its horrors rife ! 

3 Confufion dwelt on every face. 

And fear in every heart, 
When waves on waves, and gulfs on guh% 
Overcame the pilot's art. 

4 Yet then, from all my griefs, O Lord> 

Thy mercy fet me free \ 
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266 The Lord's Sengs, 

Whilft in the confidence of prayer, 
My foul took hold on thee. 

5 For though in dreadful whirls we hung 

High on the broken wave. 
1 knew thou wert not flow to hear, 
Nor impotent to fave. 

6 The ftorm was laid, the winds retir'd, 

Obedient to thy will ; 
The fea, that roar'd at thy command, 
At thy command was dill. 

7 In inidft of dangers, fears and deaths, 

Thy gobdnefs I'll adore, 
And praife thee for thy mercies pad, 
And humbly hope for more- 

8 My life, whilft thou prefery'ft this life, 

Thy facriffce (hall be ; 
And death, wKefi de.tih ffia!! be my lot, 
Shall join my foul to thee. 

Addison. 

HYMN CCL. Second Metre. 
The fitvu Convert. 
t rip HE new-born child of gofpel-gracc, 
X Like ibme fair tree when fummer's 
nigh, 
Beneath Emmanuel's mining face, 

Lifts up his blooming branch on high; 

i No fears he feels, lie fees no foes, 
No conflict yet his faith employs, 
Nor has he learnt to whom he owes 
The ftrength and peace his foul enjoys, 



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3 But fin foon darts its cruel fting, 

And, comforts finking day by day, 
What {eem'd his own, a felf-fed fpring, 
Proves but a brook that glides away. 

4 When Gideon arm'dhis numerous hoft, 

The Lord foon made his numbers lefs£ 
And faid, left Ifrael vainly boaft, 
" My arm procur'd me this fuccefs." 

5 Thus will he bring our fpirits down, 

And draw our ebbing comforts low, 
That, fav'd by grace, but not our own, 
We may not claim the praife we owe. 

pOW*EIU 

HYMN CCLI. Tenth Metre, 

Captivity in Babylon, 

t A LONG the banks where BabePs cur* 

XJl rent flows, [ftray'd, 

Our captive bands in deep defpondence 

While Zhn's fall in fad remembrance rofe, 

Her friends, her children, mingled with 

the dead. 

$ The tuneful harp, that once with joy we 

ft,rung, £the lay, 

When mirth employ'd and praife infpir'4 

In mournful filence on the willows hung, 

And growing grief piolong'd the tediouq 

day. 



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3 The barbarous tyrants, to increafe the 

With taunting fmiles a fong of Ziex 
clainrd, 
Bid facred praife in drains melodious flow, 

While they blafpheme the great Jeho- 
vah's name. 

4 Eut how in he chains and lands un- 

known, 
Shall IjraeTs Tons a fong of Z'ton Hufe i 
O haplefs Salem, God's terreftial throne, 
Thou land of glory, facred mount of praife, ! 

^ If e'er my memory lofe thy lovely name, 
If my cold heart neglect my kindred race. 
Let dire deftrucTion feize thisguilty frame; 
My hand ihall perift, and my voice ihall 
ceafe. 

6 Yet fhall the Lord, who hears when Zim 
calls, 
Overtake her foes with terror and difmay. 
His arm avenge her defolated walls, 
And raife her children to eternal day, 

Barlov. 

HYMN CCL1I. Eighteenth Metre. 
The Banquet. 
\ ^i.CME, and let us afcend, 

\_/ My companion and friend, 
To a tafte of the banquet above : 

Jf thine heart be as mine* 

If for Jefus it pine, 
Come up into (he chariot of love* 



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2. Who in Jefus confide, 

They are bold to outride 
The fierce ftorms -of affliction beneath : 

With the prophet they foar 

To that heavenly fhore, 
And outfly all the arrows of death. 

3 We by faith are now come 
To our permanent home ; 

But by hope we the rapture improve ; 
And by love we ftill rife, 
And look down on the fkies — 

For the heaven of heavens is love \ 

4 Who on earth can conceive 
Of their pleafure, who live 

In the city of God, the great King : 

What a concert of praife, 

When of jefus's grace 
The whole heavenly company fing J 

5 What a rapturous fong 
When the glorify M throng 

In the fpirit of harmony join ! 

Join all the glad choirs, 

Their hearts, voices and lyres, 
And the burde* is — mercy divine. 

6 Hallelujah, they cry, 
To the King of the iky ; 

To the great, everlafting I AM $ 

To the Lamb who was (lain, 

And who liveth again, 
Hallelujah to God and the Lamb, 

A a 2 



2 Jo The Lord's So,-:?:., 

HYMN CCI.III. Firft Metre. 
Song of Angels at the Nativity* 

1 " QHEPHERDS, rejoice, lift up you? 

O eyes, 

And fend your fears away; 
News from the regions of jthe fkies ! 
Salvation's born to-day. 

2 " Jefus, the God whom angels fear, 

Comes down to dwell with you ; 
To-day he makes his entrance here, 
But not as monarchs do. 

3 " No gold, nor purple fwaddling-bands. 

Nor royal, mining things ; 
A manger for his cradle (lands, 
And holds the King of Kings. 

£ " Go, fhepherds, where the infant lies, 
And fee his humble throne ; 
With tears of joy ix\ all your eyes, 
Go, fhepherds, kifs the con." 

5 Thus Gabriel fang, and ftraighr. around 

The heavenly armies throng; 
They tune their harps to lofty found, 
And thus conclude the long : 

6 " Glory to God that reigns above ; 

Let peace furround the earth : 
Mortals fhall know their Maker's love 
At their Redeemer's birth." 



A Collection. 2j\ 

7 Lord ! and fhall angels have their fongs, 
And men no tunes to raife ? 
O may we lofe thefe ufelefs tongues 
When v/e |brget to praife ! 

9 Glory to C^od that reigns above, 
That pitied us forlorn ; 
We join to fing our Maker's love, 
For there's a Saviour born. 

Watts. 

HYMN CCLIV. Firft Metre. 
The Shepherds. 
2 ^TXTHILE fbepherds watch'd the& 
V V - flocks by night, 
All feated on the ground, 
The angel of the Lord came down, 
And glory (hone around. 

2 " Fear not," faid he (for mighty dread 

Had feiz'd their troubled mind :) 
* Glad tidings of great joy 1 bring 
To you and all mankind. 

3 "To you in David's town, this day, 

Is born, of David's line, 
The Saviour, who is Chrift the Lord ; 
And this fhall be the iign : 

4 M The heavenly babe you there fhall find 

To human view difplay'd, 
All meanly wrapt in fwathing bandsj 
And in a manger laid." 



272 The Lord's SWx, 

5 ThusTpafee tV ferrfph, ?,nd forthwith 

Adj thinin^ throng 

Of angels praifing G >d, and thus 
Addrefs'd their joyful long : 

6 " AH grlory be to God on high, 

And to the earth he peace ; 
Goo^ th, from heaven to men, 

Begin, and never ceafe." 

Patrick. 

IiYMNJ CCLV. Forty-fixth Metre. 

Tbt Saints' Triumph. Pfaim cxlix. 

I £~\ PRAISE ye the Lord, prepare your 
\J gla3 i oice, 

praife in the great affembly to fing ; 
In his great Cre. Ifrael rejoice, 

And children of Zion he glad in their 

Km: 

\£ Let them his great name extol in the dance, 

With timbrel and hai p his praileh cxpicx*, 

Who always takes pleafure his faints to ad- 

[ blefs. 
And with his falvation the humble to 

3 With glory adorn'd, his people fhall firig, 

To God, who their beds with iafety cloth 

fhield ; [great King, 

Their mouths fill'd with praifes of him their 

Whilft a two edged fword their right 

hand ft ail wield, 



A Collefiion. 273 

4 Juft vengeance to take for injuries part : 
To punifh thofe lands for ruin Jefign'd ; 
With chains, as their captives, to make their 
kings fa ft, 
With fetters of iron their nobles to bind. 

£ Thus they (hall fulfil, whentbofe they deftroy, 

The dreadfml decree which God does 

proclaim : [enjoy, 

Such honour and triumph his faints mail 

O therefore forever exalt his great name i 

Tate, 

SHORT HTMNS. 

HYMN GCLVI. Firft Metre. 
*Fhe Angels* Song at the Opening of the Seals, 
? A MEN, amen, the angels cry, 
jljL Salvation is his due ; 
And we through all eternity 
His praifes will renew. 

2 Thanks, glory, bleffing, wifdom, might. 
Honour and power, then, 
Be to our God forevermore, 
Forevermore. AMEN* 

HYMN CCLVII. Firit Metre. 

Adopting Love. 

; TOEHOLD what love the Father hath 
Jt3 On guilty man beftow'd ! 
That we, poor finners, fons of wraths 
Should be the fons of God ? 



g74 The Lord's Shuts* 

% O how beyond e^preflion great 
His Ibve in ChrLft doth lhin< 
'Tis like tun J — 

Fait kno di me ! 

HYMN CCLVIIt. Th ifth Metr^ 

Cf ws # 
Behold u 
Blefs the provific 

• i v thy 
Dfrftwa by thine in . d, 

come ; 
Nov from tJ >rd, 

ll home. 

NfWTOKw 

HYMN C I rty-firfi Metre. 

My . • from 

} C^ OME, O thoft ur.iv erfkl Good ! 

V licence, come! 

TJic hu, , y s { od f 

rhe i im's heme ; 

Lren to take the fhtpu m'; 

My everlafting reft from fin! 

2 Come. O my comf -ut ! 

My ftrength, and henlth, and Ihield, and fun; 
My boaft, my confidence, and might, 

My joy, my calory, and my crown; 
My gofpel hope, my calling's prize, 
My tree of iiie, my paradife ! 



A CotteStitu 27$ 

ASCRIPTIONS. 

HYMN CCJLx. Thirteenth Metre, 
Pra'ife ye the- Lord V 
1 f^\ LOPvY be to*' God on high, Hal, 

\j God, whefe glory tills the ihy ; 
Peace on earth to man be given, 
Man, the well-belov'd of Heav'n. 

% Sovereign Father, heav'nly King, Hal* 

Thee we now pre fume to fing i 
Glad thine attributes eonfefs, 
Glorious all, and numberlefs \ 

j Ha'!, by all thy works ador'd, Hallelnjaa ! 
Hail, the everiaiting Lord \ 
Thee, with thankful hearts, we prove 
Lord 01 power, and' God of love ! 

HYMN CCLXI. Eighth Metre! 

This God is our GocL 

j * I "* HIS God is the God we adore, 

JL Our faithful, unchangeable friend ; 
Wtiofe love is as great as his power, 
And neither knows meafure nor end. 

Z 'Tis Jews, the fir ft and the laft, 

Whofe Spirit fliall guide us fafe home;' 
We'll praife him for all that is paft, 
And truft him for all that's to come. 

Hart, 



zj6 The Lord's Songs + 

HYMN CCLX1I. Thim-Firil ftfefetf 
Prayer for Affavance* 
I f^i OME, Koly Grhoft, my foul infpire z 
\^ Bear wifnefs that I'm born again* 
Come, and baptize me, Lotfd, with fire, 

Nor let a doubt or cloud remain ; 
Give me the fenfe of fin f 
Sweet : of appro ^n. 

.1 C: eal, 

it afcenains the kingdom 
Trr.- > I long to fe 

The fignarurc of love divine ; 
Oh, flied it in my heart abroad, 
Fulnefs of love, of heaven, of God. 

KYMN CCLXIII. Third Metre. 
jabtz's Prayer. I Chron. iv. 10. 

1 " /^\ that the Lord indeed 

V_y Would me his fervanf blefs, 
From every evil ny bead, 

And crown my path with peace I 

2 " Be thy almighty hand 

[y helper and my guide ; 
And with thy faints in Canaan's land, 
A lot to me divide. 

3 " Help me to leave my care, 

And on thy word to reft : 
O thou who anfwer'd Jabez* prayer 1 

Grant me the like reouc. 



/*, 



A Collection. &jy 

HYMN CCLXtV. Fifty-fixth Metre. 
The Love of God to Man. 

COULD we with ink the ocean fill, 
Were the whole earth of parchment made, 
Were every firigle ftick a quill, 

And every man a fcribe by trade ; 
To write the love of God to man 

Would drain the ocean dry, 
Nor could the fcroll contain the whole, 
Though ftretch'd from iky to fky. 

HYMN CCLXV. Seventh Metre. 
Coming to Zion. 

1 I^TOT to Sinai's dreadful blaze* 
xSr But to Zion's throne of grace, 
By a way mark'd out with blood, 
Sinners now approach to God. 

2 Not to hear the fiery law, 
But with humble joy to draw 
Water, by that well fupply'd, 
Jefus open'd when he dy'd. 

3 Lord, there are no ftreams but thine 
Can affuage a third like mine ; 
>Tis a thirft thyfclf didft give, 

Let me therefore drink and live. 

Newton, 

HYMN CCLXVI. Second Metre. 

Coritlufion. 

i t "X T ITH Ifrael's God who can compare ? 

V V Or who like lfrael happy are ? 

B b 



2ji The Lord's Songs; 

O people faved by the Lord, 

He is thy fhield and great reward ! 

2 Upheld by everlafiing arms, 

Thou art fecur d from foes and harms ; 
In vain their plots, and falle their boafls; 
Our refuge b the Lord of Holts. 

Newtow. 

HYMN CCLXVII. Seventh Metre. 
Tie BhJJing. 

1 VTOW may he who from the dead 
J_% Brought the Shepherd of the (keep,' 
Jefus Chriit, our King and he 1, 

All our fouis in fafety keep. 

2 May he tear h iTs to fulfil 

What is piealing in his ftght ; 

Per feci: us in all his will, 

And preierve lis day and night. 

3 To that dear Redeemer'- praife, 

Who the covenant feal* I with blood, 
Let our hearts and voices raife 
Loud thankfgivings to our God.. 

Newtow. 

HYMN CCLXVIII. Fifteenth Metre. 
The Same, 

MAY the grace of Chriil our Saviour, 
And the Father's boundlefs love, 
With the Holy Spirit'^ favour, 
Rett upon us from abovei 

Nwrotf* 



A Gollettion. 27 9 

HYMMCCLXIX. Second Metre. 
Tht Same. 
l r | ? HE peace which God alone reveals, 
X And by his word of grace imparts, 
Which only the believer feels, 

Direcl and keep and cheer your hearts 5 

f And may the blefTed Three in One, 
The Father, Word, and Comforter, 
Pour an abundant blefliog dowa 
On every foul aflembled here. 

Newton 

HYMN CCLXX. Firft Metre. 
The Same. 

DELIGHT co biefs thy people. Lord ; 
Defend and fuccour them j 
j>o good to Zion, build the walls 
Of thy Jerufalem. 

Tat^ 

ADDITIONAL LINES. 

§ 

ChriJ. 
Firft Metre. 

LET earth and every ifle and fea 
Rejoice— the Saviour reigns : 
Pis word like fire prepares his way, 
And mountains melt to plains. 
Firft Metre. 

TILL the day breaks and fhades 
Beloved turn to me ; 
,/V'nd as the roe and tender hart, 
On Bether mountains flee, 



28o The Lord's So?xgs y 

Second Metre. 

EARTH has no charms that can exprcfs 
0;;e La; ure of his lovelinefs ; 
Words have no ftreugth in fetting forth 
The (hortcfl; fcntcncc of his worth. 



f his worth. 

A. 



Seventh Metre. 

KING of Glory ! Soul of Blifs | 
Everlafting life is this — 
Thee to know, thy power to prove, 
Thus to fing, and thus to love. 

DOXOLOGIES. 

Third Metre. 

; rnpi HE Father we adore, 

\_ And everlailing Son, 
The Spirit of his love and power, 
The glorious Three in One. 

2 At the creation's birth 

This fong was fling on high, 
Shall found through every age, on earth, 
And. through eternity. 

Thirty-ninth Metre. 

TO Father, Son and Holy Ghoft, 
Be praife amidft the heavenly Hoft, 
And in the church below ; 
From whom all creatures draw their breath. 
By whom redemption bleft the earth, 
From whom all comforts flow. 

BeKTLEY's CotLECTJOS. 



A Collection. 28 f 

Fifth Metre. 

NOW to the great and frcred Three, 
The Father, Son and Spirit be 
Eternal praife and glory given, 
Through al} the worlds where God is known* 
By all the angels near his throne, 

And all his faints in earth and heaven. 

Tenth Metre. 

YE faints on earth, afcribe, with heaven's 
high hoft, 
Glory and honour to the One in Three ; 
To God the Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft, 
As was, and is, and evermore fhall be. 

Newtono 

Firft Metre. 

BLESSING and honour, glory, power, 
By all in earth arid he-aven, 
to him who fits upon the throne, 
And to the Lamb, be given. 

Tate, 

Second Metre. 

PRAISE God, from whom all bleflmgs flow? 
Praife him, all creatures here below : 
Praife him above ye heavenly hoft ; 
Praife Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft. 

Kennepy* 



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A TABLE OF TITLES, 



XjLBRAHAM and feed 




HTMN 

24O 


Abience from God deplored 


- 


9 


Admiring divine mercy- 


- 


l 33 


Adoption - 


- 


219 


For the Spirit o£ A. 


- 


- 29 


Adopting Love 


- 


257 


Adoring Jefus 


- 


9& 


Advent. 






The fecond A, 


-. * 


204 


Lo he cometh-! 


- 


22 t 


Angel Lord 


- 


I42 


Angels. 






jefus feen of A. 


- 


11$ 


Song of Angels at the Nativity - 


2 53 


Song of A. at the opening 


of the Seals 


> 256 


Antichrifl 






The fall of A. 


- 


74 


Afcenfion - 


. 


230 


Afcriptions «* - - 


" -• 


260 


Aihamed. 






Not aihamed of Chrift 


- 


37 


Atonement. The A. 


- 


65, 


Backflider. 






The returning B. 


- 


48- 


The Backflider's Prayer 


- 


21S 


Banner of Love 


- 


140 


Banquet. The B. 


- 


252 


Bartirneus - - . - 


- 


248 



% % 4 A Table of Titles* 

Beloved. bymk* 

Chrift the well-beloved - i 34 

My foul follows hard after thee - 136 

The voice of my Beloved - - 135 

Bleflmg. The B. 267 

The fame fubjecl - 268 269 270 

Blood. The virtue of Chrift's B. - - 99 

Building. The Building of God - - 154 

Bridegroom. The voice of the B. - - 68 

Canaan .... 246 

Captivity in Babylon - - - 251 

Change. The happy C. - 87 

Characters of Chrift - - - 150 

Child. TheC. - . . . 76 
Children. 

Chrift's regard for little C. - 62 

Prayer for C. - - - 211 

Children of believers dying in infancy - 94 

Chrift - - - - ' - 187 

Chrift the Lord - - - - 55 

Chrift the Apple-tree - - • 137 

Chrift's humiliation - - - 151 

City. The city of God • - - 83 

Comfort to the afflicted - - 28 

Communion with God - - 192 

Companion and forgivenefs - - 157 

Conclufion - - - 266 

Confeflion and pardon - - 178 

Contrite heart - 92 

Convert. The new C. 25© 

Coronation of Chrift - - - 139 

Creation - - - - 67 



A Table of Title** 285 

Crofs. Welcome Crofs - - hymn 19 c 
Crucifixion. ChriiV.s C. - " - - 174 

Death of the Saints m 223 

Death of the Saint defirable - - 56 

Defert blooming as a rofa - - \z 

Defiling heavenly things - - 100 

Defpair prevented . - - 109 

Dominion and Decrees of God « - 39 

Dying Chriftian to his foul - -1 43 

Eafter Day , 227 228 

Ebenezer -' 77 

Effort. The E. - - - - 17 

Encouragement to truft and love Go4 507 

Evening - - - T *95 

Evening Hymn - * 172 

Lord's Day Evening - 16 

Expectation. My expectation is from him zy 

Faith. The power of F. - - 30 
Faft. For a National Faft Day - 212 

Favour. The Divine F. - - 69 

Feaft. The Gofpel Feaft - - 1 79 

Figtree. The blafted F. - - 85 

Fountain. The F. - - - 4^ 

Friend. A Friend indeed * - 162 

God exalted above afl -praife 59 

God glorious, and (inner sfaved - - 97 

God ready to forgive - - 89 

God fupreme and felf-fufficient - -4* 

This Ge>d is our God - - 26* 



286 A Table of Titles. 

Go. To whom fhall we go - rymn %j. 

Grace. Con defcen ding G. 40 

Diftinguifhing G. * 220 

Reigning G. - . . 54 

Saved by G. - : r 9* 

Gratitude for God's Mercies - - 81 

Hallelujah - 198 

The Univerfal H. 70 

Happinefs of being v ith Chrift - - 208 

Harveft. The great Harveft - - 123 

Heart. The ftpny H. - - - 101 

Heaven - - - . . 206 

Longing for H- - - - 159 

The Chriftian longing to depart - 225 

Help in time of need - - - 125 

Hero. The American H. - - 167 

Hiding Place. The Chriftian's H. - 15 

Hope • - - - 18$ 

Againft Hope believing in Hope - 108 

Immutability of God - - - 116 

Invitation, The - - - - 152 

TheGofpelL ... j 

Intercession - - - 231 

Jabez's Prayer - 263 

Jacob. My name is Jacob 33 

Jehovah-Jireh 18 r 

Jehovah-Rophi - - * - 182 



A Table of Titles. 287 

Jehovah-Nifli ... btmn j8$ 

Jehovah-Shalom - - - 184 

Jehovah-Shammah - - i8£ 

Jehovah-Tfidkenu - - 217 

Jehovah-Jefus - 242 
Jerufalem. The Heavenly J; - - 38 

The New J. - - - 127 

Jefus my all - - - i - 22 

Jefus the only Saviour - - - 57 

Jewifh Ceremonial . - m MS 

Joy in Chrift, and elc&ing Love - 17a 

Jubilee. The J. - - ' : <■ - 20^ 

Judgment. Day of J. - - - 222 

thelaftj. . - - . 201 

Kingdom of Heaven at hand - - 129 

Lamb. Worthy the L. - - 88 

Land. The good L. - i6o> 

Life. The hidden L. - - 247 

Light. Moon Light - - • 53 

Light ftining out of Darknefs - - 52 
Loft. The Loft Sheep found - - 177 

Love of God to man - - - 264 

Dwelling in Love, &c. - - 35 

Fir ft Love - - - - 56 
The Love and Lovelinefs of Jefus - 190 

Love to Chrift; - - • 156 ift 

Love fuiFering and reigning • - 147 

Lover. The Heavenly Lover - • 226 
Loveft thou me - • * 19 y$ 

Loving Hiadneft of the Lord » 1 1 7 



sSfc A Table of Title:. 

March. The M. - - jyr^.v 4^ 

Meeting. At M, - - - . 143 

Melchizedek - -. - - I14 

Meifage of Chrift - - . 234 

Midnight cry - - - 126 

Millennium. Extent of Chrift's Kingdom 149 

Future peace and glory of the Church 2 1 o 

Longing for the latter day glory - 60 

On Earth as in Heaven 72 

Miftake. The Atheift's M* - - 58 

Morning - - 194 

Lord's da; % ' M. - - -163 

Nativity of Chrift - - 235 236 237 

New Birth - - - - 121 

, .New- Year's day - - - 165 166 

Ode. The Sapphic O. - ~ 11 

Opening a new place of Worfbip - 90 91 

Ordination of a Minifter - 146 

Paradifc - - 180 

Pardon. A cry for pardon - - 1-73 

Zoning God, The - 47 

Parting. At parting - - 144 145 

Pilgrim. The bold P. 42 

The Pilgrim's Song - 79 

Pleading Chriil - - - - 141 

Praiie for the Hope of Glory - - 12 a. 

Praife for Redemption - - ^ - - 95 

Praife for Salvation - - 80 
Praife to the Redeemer - - 2551 

Praiie ye the Lord - 34 

Pligh Praifes V - 224 



A Table of Titles* l$g 

O Lord, I will praife thee - hymn 20 

Prayer-anfwered by croffes - - 214 

Prayer for Aflurance- - - - 262 

Exhortation to Prayer - - 63 

Gentiles praying for Jews - - 61 

Prelude, - The - - . - 128 

Prefence-of Ged worth dying for - - 93 

Prefervation at Sea - - - - 249 

Prifoner. Tha fighing of the P. - - 46 

Prtvildges of the fons of God - - 112 

Promifes. Confidence ia the P. - - 24 

Precious P l T l 

Profpe&s.- Th« Chriftian's P. -• - 238 

Providence - - - - . -.118. 

The bleffings of P. - - - - 119 

Every creature at God's command 2 1 5 

Provide. The Lord will P*. - - . 7 r 

Redeeming Love - - ~ -* - 105 243 

Rejoicing in the Lord - - - - . 23 

Remembering all the way, Sec. - - rn 

Repentance and pardon - - - 153 

Refurredtion and* Afcenfion - - S6 229 

Refurreaidn. The firft'R. - - - 203 

AProfpetfofthe R. - - - 207 

Riches. - The unfearchable R. of Chrift 176 

Righteoufnefs 4n the Lord - - - 199 

Rock of Ages - .- - - . . jxo 

Salvation - - . . . 107 

Salvation approaching ... 209 

I^e method of S. ""-.•- - - 1 4 ... 

Satan r*epulfed - - i©*/. 

Gc 



0f A Table of Titles. 

Scriptures. The excellency of the S. bimu 14& 
Sermon. Before S. * - 258 

Before or after S. - - - 6 

Shephesd. He (hall feed his Flock like a S. 241 

The Heavenly S. - - 103 

Shepherds. The S. - 
Sinai and Zion - 
Sinner.- The awakened S. 

The Tinner's fears - - ». - 

The Tinner's amazement 

The finner's hope - • - - 

The poor finner - 
Soldier-of the Crofs - 
Soul. The care of the S. - - * 
Sovereignty, Divine - 
Spirit. Influences of the Spirit defired 
Spiritual Song - - - 

Storm. In a S. - 

Looking upward in a S. • 
Suffer. Jefus halting to S. , - 
Sufferings of Chrift 
Supper. Invitation to the S. - 

The Lord's S. - - 

Te Deum 

Temptation ... 

Fleeing t6 Chrift under T. - - 
Thankfgiving - - 

They fiiall be mine, faith the Lord 
Thunder. The God of T. 
'rime .... 

'Time and Eternity • 



ATaBle of Titles. 29* 

The iapfe of Time - btmn 2 1 3 

'reafure. Laying up T. in Heaven - 115 
Tiumph. The Saint's T. - 255 

'rump. The Trump of Goct • - 202 
^ruft in God in difficulties - - 12a 

Jnbelief lamented - - - jo6 

Queftions to U. ■ - 21 

file. Behold I am V. ~ * jo 

ftfion. The beatific V. - . . 78 

Want. I (hall not W. - - -32 

iVeary. Reft for the Weary * - 18 

Wedding Hymn - - - - 82 

Whitfunday - - - 232 

iVifdom • - - » 193 
Wifdom, Righteoufhefs, Sec, 

Chrift our Wifdom, &c. 50 

Word. The word of God preeiotis - 5 

Worldling, The 239 

Worfhip. The Worfhip of Heaven - 233 

Opening of W. - - - 2 3 4 

Zion. Travelling to Z. - -64 

Coming to Z. • - * * • 265 



1 


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rAGE 




21 


For Second, Tead Seventh Metre-.- 


4* 


Verfe 4. For Hold, read Bean 


62 


Verfe 3. Read, And the Angels. 


123 


Verfe r. For Bounding, read Bene 


I 179^ 


Verfe 8. For Smoking, read $m0ij 


an 


Verfe 5. For Dctp> read J^. 



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